Su Mei looked at Chen Lin's utterly calm profile, yet a shiver ran through her for no apparent reason.
She knew President Chen was truly angry now.
Not daring to hesitate, she immediately stood and hurried after him.
The two of them returned upstairs to the second-floor offices, one behind the other. Before they even drew near, the argument came clearly through the gap in the half-closed door, sharper and more grating than ever.
"Li Xiaoyue! Don't push your luck! We're your own uncle and aunt, your elders! Let me make this clear: if you don't give us better jobs, we'll come here every single day! Let's see how you keep playing the boss's wife then! Let's see how that brat Chen Lin saves face!"
Zhang Cuihua's voice scraped like nails against glass, full of vicious bluster and threats.
Chen Lin stopped, the lines of his profile growing even colder beneath the hallway lights.
Without another glance at Su Mei, he raised his hand and pushed the office door open.
Bang!
The dull thud instantly froze the tense atmosphere inside the office.
Inside, a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man and a heavyset woman with a fleshy, belligerent face stood on either side of Li Xiaoyue's desk, blocking her in. Their greedy, overbearing expressions froze the moment they saw Chen Lin enter.
And when they saw Su Mei, the resort's general manager, following behind him with a grim expression, there could be no mistaking this imposing young man, six foot one and striking in bearing, for anyone but the "Chen Lin brat" they had been talking about.
The couple were none other than Li Xiaoyue's uncle, Li Dazhuang, and her aunt, Zhang Cuihua.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Then Li Dazhuang and Zhang Cuihua performed a change of