Like a typhoon, Mu Yuehan entered his office and looked at each member of his private investigation team with hawk-like eyes. Wang Wei shivered when he felt the eyes of Mu Yuehan on himself.
Mu Yuehan took his seat on his chair and started to play with the tabletop. His eyes were like a hawk, judging the postures and expressions of everyone.
He didn't say anything, making the tension in the room very thick. Finally, he decided to speak, "Why am I giving money to you all?" he slammed hard on the table angrily.
"How can you not report to me on time that she has forgotten about me? Are you the best team created by me?" His voice was slow and crisp.
"Do you all take me and my feelings as a joke?" he threw the tabletop in the air, breaking the screen of the television, on the wall opposite to him. The members standing near it shivered with fear.
What if the tabletop had accidentally hit on one of their heads?