Wu Xiaoyu saw him evading the question and pretending to do some calculations. He found it amusing and said, "Boss Chen, you're holding the pen upside down!"
Chen Zhaofeng looked at his right hand and saw that the pen tip was indeed pointing up. He felt extremely embarrassed and nervous. What was he trying to do, really?
Wu Xiaoyu reached out, took the pen from him, and put it on the table. He said seriously, "I'm very busy today because someone reported me!"
Although Chen Zhaofeng's height was not short by normal standards, he was significantly shorter than Wu Xiaoyu, who stood at six feet tall. Under Wu Xiaoyu's intimidating glare, he grew even more flustered and tense.
"Is... is that so? Who... reported your chicken farm? Did you find out?" Chen Zhaofeng blurted out.
He immediately regretted his words. Nima! Why did I ask that? Wu Xiaoyu hadn't mentioned whether the report was about the restaurant or the chicken farm. Isn't asking like this practically admitting it?
