The sudden voice startled Li Tianhua, his bloodshot eyes darting around in panic. "Who-who's there?"
Wang Mian snapped out of his daze and thrust out his chest. "Your granddaddy."
The room was too dark for Li Tianhua to make out his face, but he recognized his voice. "Wang Mian?"
The panic on his face instantly turned to fury. He slammed the desk with a bang. "Who gave you permission to come in? Get out!"
No sooner had he spoken than the office lights came on.
Li Tianhua squinted against the sudden light, then saw Ji Ting. He shot a quick glance at his screen, still trying to look composed. "What brings you two to my office so late?"
A flicker of confusion crossed Ji Ting's eyes. Does a guilty conscience affect your hearing too?
Wang Mian scoffed. "Still playing innocent? Your face is twitching, and you're still keeping up the act?"
Li Tianhua's expression tightened. "Wang Mian, I'm warning you. Watch your mouth!"
"Watch my mouth?" Wang Mian walked toward his desk, a mocking half smile on his face. "I've got worse in store. Come on, turn your monitor around and let me have a look."
Cold sweat streamed down Li Tianhua's spine, but his tone remained harsh. "I'm the group's Executive Vice President. What right do you have to inspect my computer?"
"What's wrong? Too scared?" Wang Mian looked scornful, though he was fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "Li Tianhua, you've really opened my eyes. Do you like being the Americans' lapdog that much? Fine. When you die, will the White House flying its flag at half-mast be enough for you?"
Li Tianhua's expression changed abruptly. He raised a hand and pointed at Wang Mian's face. "I don't understand what you're talking about, but let