Count Yourself Lucky

M City seemed calm on the surface these days, but in fact, a lot of troubling things had happened.

Zhang Rong sat in his office. His head ached as he looked at the person hunched in front of him, cringing. He was so angry that his face twisted. "What did you say? Who did you beat up?"

Hearing Zhang Rong gritting his teeth, the person standing there trembled in fear. "Director Lu's son."

Zhang Rong threw the teacup beside him. "Imbecile! Who do you think you are to dare hit a department chief's son?"

There was another person sitting on the sofa in the office. The person's expression was a little unconcerned. "Boss, he's just the son of a department chief. What's there to be afraid of?"