All three bodyguards were kicked to the ground, sprawled out with their limbs flailing, wailing loudly.
"What's going on?!" Hou Bo's eyes widened as he looked toward the door.
Zhan Qipei entered slowly in his wheelchair.
"You are—"
Before Hou Bo could finish, he saw Tang Yan pushing the wheelchair through the door.
Hou Bo's eyes instantly widened, and his gaze abruptly shifted from Tang Yan back to Zhan Qipei.
If he didn't know who the person in the wheelchair was by now, he might as well have grown his brain for nothing.
"You are President Zhan?!"
Zhan Qipei lifted his heavy, dark eyes, his piercing gaze shooting toward Hou Bo like icy daggers.
Although Zhan Qipei, seated in his wheelchair, was technically looking up at Hou Bo, anyone witnessing the scene could feel as though Zhan Qipei was looking down on an ant.
As Hou Bo met Zhan Qipei's penetrating gaze, his heart skipped a beat, the chill felt as if ice had formed on his body.