Slap!
In Li Zhaojun's office, Ye Fan slapped the reassignment notice on the desk, leaned forward with his hands bracing against the surface, and looked down at Li Zhaojun as he demanded, "Who gave you the right to mess with my position without asking me?!"
Li Zhaojun maintained a cool composure, her gaze icy and disdainful. Even though Ye Fan was in a superior position, she still managed to give off an air of looking down on him.
"Why not reassign you, what about reassigning Lu Xiaoman?" she said coldly and emotionlessly. "I'm afraid 'someone' wouldn't bear to see that happen."
"What do you mean?" Ye Fan furrowed his brows and asked.
Slap!