"Mr. Shang, hello!" Wu Meng finally spoke, his voice full of hatred.
He walked towards a sofa in the office with his head held high, sat down on it without any hesitation, and put his legs on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Shang Xin heard the voice and looked up at Wu Meng. When he saw Wu Meng's face clearly, he was so shocked that he stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, and his words were a little unclear because of his guilty conscience.
"Wu Meng? Why—why is it you?"
Wu Meng picked up a magazine on the table and flipped through it randomly without even looking at Shang Xin.
"Why? It seems like Director Shang and I have never met before. How could Director Shang know the name of a nobody like us? Could it be that Director Shang secretly asked someone to check me out?"
Wu Meng had a look of disdain on his face, with a weird smile on his face.
"That's not true. We have no grudges recently or in the past, and it seems we don't have any business dealings. Why would I investigate you?"
Shang Xin pretended to be calm and slowly sat down on the chair, looking relaxed and natural.
Wu Meng stood up from the sofa and swaggered to Shang Xin's desk. He supported himself with his hands and, with a push of his feet, jumped onto the desk and sat down. He even deliberately put one leg on the desk, looking like a cynical, scoundrel.
Seeing Wu Meng, who had no manners and didn't know how to stand or sit properly, Shang Xin felt a little timid, but more of disdain.
Such virtue is indeed well-deserved. Fortunately, I took the initiative, otherwise, my Coco would have been harmed by you, a playboy, sooner or later.
Wu Meng turned his face away, leaned down, and put his face close to Shang Xin. The two faces were so close that they almost kissed.
Shang Xin instinctively tilted his head back, widening the distance between the two faces. His face turned ashen, and his eyes were full of disgust and impatience.
"Mr. Shang, you have a really good memory! We both know whether you did it or not, so why not be frank and speak frankly? You have the guts to do it, but not the guts to admit it? How much money did you pay Mr. Bao to get him to do such a despicable thing for you?"
Shang Xin interrupted Wu Meng before he could finish his words, "You—what are you talking about? What about Master Bao, Master Tiger? I don't understand what you are saying. If you don't have any business matters, please get out as soon as possible. The door is here. Goodbye."
Shang Xin stood up from his chair, walked to the door, opened the door of his office, and wanted to drive Wu Meng out.
Wu Meng simply put both feet on the desk, pushed the clutter on the desk aside, and sat cross-legged in the office.
He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the indelible scars all over his body. "Director Shang, take a good look. These are all your masterpieces. Don't you have even a hint of shame?"
"Are you being a hooligan? Do you believe I can sue you for being a hooligan?"
"Haha... hooliganism?" Wu Meng threw his head back and laughed, and the laughter made Shang Xin shudder.
At the same time, the employees outside heard the noise and came over to watch out of curiosity.
Seeing this, Shang Xin slammed the door shut.
"Wu Meng, right? I'm telling you, don't act like a fool here. I, Shang Xin, am soft-hearted and don't take any hardship. You've got the wrong guy to blackmail me. You're in such a mess, and you still don't know what's best for you. Be careful, you might get beaten to death and no one will come to collect your body."
"It seems that Mr. Shang is not going to have a good talk with me. In that case, don't blame me for being rude. You will regret it one day. Just wait and see. I guess what you care about most is your darling daughter, right? You think I can't do anything to her just by letting her get engaged, right? I was gentle with her before, but from now on! I won't have that much patience. Since you can make Mr. Bao treat me like that, you must know my reputation as a love killer. Let's wait and see."
As Wu Meng spoke, he jumped down from the desk and walked towards the door.
Shang Xin stood trembling behind the door. After hearing Wu Meng's words, he was also afraid. But what could he do? He would never admit that the boss of a large company would actually hire a gangster to deal with the man who was pursuing his daughter.
This was not only embarrassing for him, but also had an impact on the company's reputation. Besides, Boss Wu of Wendou Company was not someone to be trifled with, and he didn't want to make a big deal out of it and get himself into trouble.
He was in a state of confusion, but his mind told him that he must not admit it. Now that Keke was already engaged, Wu Meng wouldn't dare to do anything rash. At most, he would just keep a close eye on Keke and prevent her from having any contact with this plague god.
Behind the door, the two people's eyes met at the same time.
Wu Meng's eyes were sharp, but Shang Xin's were a little evasive.
"Director Shang, are you sure you want to kick me out? Are you sure you don't want to have a good talk with me?"
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