Owen's design (1)

Just as Qian Zhongjie was waiting to see Qin Feng make a fool of himself, the General Manager of the Emperor club, Chen fa, arrived at the monitoring room. He was doing his routine inspection of the security guards and the monitoring equipment.

"Not bad, you've done well." Looking at the security guards in front of him who were in high spirits, Chen fa nodded in satisfaction.

Today's work had been completed successfully. After a busy day, he was ready to get off work and go home to rest. However, at this moment, a security guard with a crew cut suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen fa frowned and glared at the security guard.