"It's best if there's no next time. Otherwise, I think life in Africa is quite suitable for you."
Feng Sheng stood up after sitting down for a few minutes.
Ma Feng's heart trembled. Although his boss's voice was indifferent and did not sound angry, his deep voice contained some kind of warning.
Africa, a place where people could die at any time due to the bombardment, was the last place they wanted to go to among all the brothers in their team.
Usually, those who were sent to that place would be punished for their mistakes.
"Come with me to the police station."
Feng Sheng took a few steps out and saw from the corner of his eye that Ma Feng was still bowing.
"Yes, sir!"
Ma Feng immediately straightened up after bending his back a full 90 degrees.
Because he was surrounded by reporters when he picked up Luo Yangyang, Ma Feng had chosen the car that Feng Sheng usually sat in the least to drive to the police station.