Everyone's hearts were shaken by the sudden sound, and they all turned towards the door.
This includes Chen Chong, who is sitting at the end of the table and has been observing everything calmly.
Han Qing and Situ Xing, who were standing outside the door, were also startled at the same time and looked at Luo Jun.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Luo Jun stepped into the conference room without looking at anyone. His eyes were directly fixed on Qiao Wei.
Anger boiled on his handsome face.
"Luo... Luo Jun?" Qiao Wei, who had a guilty conscience, took one look at him and immediately stood up with a guilty conscience, "You..."
Luo Jun took steps towards her.
Qiao Wei froze nervously, stretched out her hand to hold the edge of the table, "You..."
Luo Jun walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly.
Qiao Wei swallowed and stepped back unconsciously, "You..."
Snapped!
The chair beside her was kicked hard, flew out after grazing Qiao Wei's legs, and hit the table far away.
Qiao Wei screamed in fright, hurriedly dodged, bumped into the chair of a director nearby, swayed awkwardly, and almost fell down.
"Luo Jun, what are you doing..." Qiao Yujun said in a deep voice.
Even if he was Luo Jun, it was too much to lose his temper like this in the conference room. What's more, it was to his own daughter. Although Qiao Yujun was afraid of him, he couldn't help but speak.
Luo Jun turned his head and glanced at her.
With just one glance, Qiao Yujun's aura was suppressed by him.
The man's pair of black eyes were horribly gloomy, like the gloomy sky before a violent storm, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
Qiao Yujun's words suddenly got stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak anymore.
Turning his face, Luo Jun's eyes fell on Qiao Wei's face again.
Meeting his gaze, Qiao Wei took a step back again.
"explain!"
Luo Jun squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
If she hadn't been a woman, he wouldn't have kicked the chair just now.
"You..." Qiao Wei's nervous voice was mute, "What did you ask me to say...?"
Luo Jun took a deep breath and took another step forward.
Qiao Wei's back was already pressed against Dong Cheng's chair, and she had no way to retreat. Seeing him approaching, she still subconsciously shrank her body.
"Fire thing!"
Luo Jun spoke again. These four words were a little more angry than the previous sentence.
"Fire... on fire?" Qiao Wei rolled her eyes and thought quickly in her mind.
Does he already know the truth?
No, impossible!
By this time, Sun Jiashuo should have left Beijing.
From the time of the fire to now, in such a short period of time, it was impossible for him to find out the truth. He just speculated...that it must be like this.
"Ahem!" Qiao Wei cleared her throat and adjusted her breathing, "I...I don't understand what you mean. What does this matter have to do with me? Isn't Chu Xiaochen responsible for the project? She hasn't done it yet.
Appear……"
On the table nearby, a director held a document in a plastic envelope. Luo Jun grabbed it out and hit Qiao Wei hard in the face.
"ah!"
There was sharp pain on her face, stars flashed in front of Qiao Wei's eyes, and she screamed instinctively.
As soon as he stepped back, his heels hit the wheels of the chair, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The director who was holding the documents also exclaimed in surprise. He raised his left hand and looked at it, only to see a bloody cut on his palm.
