Everyone in the company knew what kind of person Zhao Xijian was, so they pretended not to hear him and continued with their own work.
To keep this idiot from disturbing the other employees, Chen Yang stepped out of a small meeting room nearby and said, "Zhao Xijian, I'm here. If you have something to say, come inside."
The sight of Chen Yang immediately made Zhao Xijian's anger flare, but since the other man went straight into the meeting room after speaking, he could only follow.
As soon as the meeting room door closed, several particularly gossip-loving colleagues pretended to get water or print documents as they edged closer.
The room's soundproofing was excellent, but Zhao Xijian's voice was simply too loud, and faint traces of it still carried outside.
As for what he said, it was nothing more than some heartfelt greetings directed at Chen Yang and his family.
Yet for some reason, Zhao Xijian's furious roaring abruptly came to a halt later on.
Just as everyone was about to move closer for a better listen, the meeting room door slammed open with a bang.
Zhao Xijian landed hard on his backside. He tried several times to stand, but his legs had gone weak and would not support him.
The onlooking colleagues had no idea what had happened inside the meeting room. All they saw was Zhao Xijian, unable to rise from the floor, staring at Chen Yang with terror filling his eyes, as if he had just experienced something unimaginably horrifying.
"What happened?"
Manager Zhang arrived at the scene at that moment.
Seeing Zhao Xijian on the ground, needing someone else to help him stand, Manager Zhang could not help frowning, a trace of disgust showing in his eyes.
In his view, this well-connected hire was the chief