As Wang Xianzhong wiped away the filth from his chest, Ye Fan turned around and put on a heartfelt expression.
"I've said it before, spitting on someone is uncivilized behavior. Why can't you remember that? It seems, Mr. Wang, your ideological consciousness isn't high enough. But you haven't closed your eyes for a whole day, so you must be tired. Having some mood swings is normal, I can understand that."
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan continued, "Let's do this. I'll find a place for you to rest. You can sleep for two hours, and then we'll talk again."
As he spoke, he stood up and said to Xu Xiangli, "Call over two of your people to help him to the resting room."
When he said "your" people, he emphasized the tone. Xu Xiangli understood, answered, and turned to leave. As she was about to walk out of the office, she heard Ye Fan say, "Also bring over that young man who was hitting others earlier."