As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang in the office. Secretary he heard the noise from the other side of the door and subconsciously pushed the door open. The heavy desk was flipped over by Yin Xiong, and documents flew all over the floor.
Yin Xiong grabbed Yin Zhan's collar, looking dignified and cold. He was furious and his fist was about to hit Yin Zhan's face.
Secretary he hurriedly rushed over. Mr. Yin Xiong, please show mercy. There's a second public debate tomorrow night. You can't go on stage with a wounded face.
Yin Xiong's fist stopped right in front of Yin Zhan's left cheek. Yin Zhan chided Secretary he, " "Who gave you the right to speak?"
The expected fist didn't land on Yin Zhan's face, but it still pressed on his chest.