"Xiao Qiang, damn it, this must be your doing!"
Having fled the company, Cheng Bo, clutching his face, glowered as he limped toward his private villa. The private villa was specifically the one Cheng Bo kept for his mistress.
Originally, he had wanted to take a taxi, but it turned out that his cards had been frozen, including his bank cards, thus he had no choice but to walk back.
Luckily, the company was only about ten kilometers away from the private villa, a distance he believed he could endure.
"You fat cow, I'll remember this beating you gave me!"
Recalling the beating he had just taken from Fengxiu, Cheng Bo's face turned even darker with rage, but he didn't realize that the only reason he hadn't been stopped by reporters for questioning was because of his wife's intervention, a pity since he was already blinded by anger.