Ning Wangshu, Are You Sure You Want to Fight Me, Old Fan?

"Wangshu, thank you!"

Seeing Zhao Mingze and the others leave with their tails between their legs, Su Yanqing gratefully thanked Ning Wangshu.

The other employees in the company were now looking at Ning Wangshu with utter astonishment, as if he were some kind of "superhuman."

They couldn't help whispering among themselves.

"Oh my god, he's incredible! He doesn't even look that strong, but he's ridiculously powerful. He lifted that guy up with one hand!"

"Right? That guy was like a little chicken in his hands. It was hilarious. And what's even crazier is that I couldn't even see how he did it—he just snapped both of that guy's bodyguards' arms!"

"President Su's friend is amazing. His fighting skills are off the charts! And the key thing is, he's so handsome, not the least bit inferior to those big-name celebrities!"

"Yeah, exactly! He's handsome and powerful. Especially when he lifted that guy just now—he looked so incredibly commanding!"

Most of the employees at Su Yanqing's company were women, and at that moment, quite a few of them were swooning over him.

Ning Wangshu heard their chatter but paid it no mind. He simply smiled at Su Yanqing and said, "Don't mention it. It was nothing."

After a brief pause, Ning Wangshu added, "By the way, Yanqing, if that guy dares to bother you again or tries any underhanded tricks, just let me know. Even if I've gone back to Linchuan, I can still make time to come back over!"

Su Yanqing hurriedly replied, "Okay, Wangshu. Thank you!"

She thanked him again.

Meanwhile.

After Zhao Mingze was helped out of the office building by his bodyguards, he finally came around.

Clutching his swollen, aching cheek, he looked back at the building, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. He ground out,