Mr. Duan Zongheng has been in his life for more than 30 years and has never seen such an arrogant person.

Chu Zheng's cold eyes swept at Mr. Duan: "Do you choose to hand over it yourself or do I do it?"

Mr. Duan roared angrily: "...Don't go too far!"

Chu Zheng raised her hand and made a very indifferent suggestion: "You can call someone, or call the police?"

Mr. Duan: “…”

How dare he call the police?

What you do is not serious.

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Mr. Duan was pressed to the ground and lost his previous elite temperament. His cheeks were pressed against the ground, so he could only try to turn up and look.

Chu Zheng was still sitting in place, her posture did not change for a moment.

Someone was searching for things in the room. No matter what is useful or useless, they were taken to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng flipped through a document casually.

Mr. Duan never thought that he would lose so quickly.

Chu Zheng threw the documents on the table and let out a "bang".

She put down her upturned legs, leaned forward slightly, supported her elbows on her knees, and looked down at Mr. Duan.

"How do you know he exists?"

Mr. Duan turned his head and didn't say anything.

He pressed his hand and forced his head back, and there was only a "click".

Chu Zheng's eyebrows jumped: "Don't kill me, be gentle."

This tone, this word.

It looks weird no matter how you hear it

Mr. Duan's face turned pale in an instant, and then turned pale from blue to white.

I don't know if it's scared or hurt.

The person pressing down really relaxed his strength and said to Chu Zheng: "Boss, I didn't use any force."

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Chapter completed!