"Whether Young Master Zhou can go out or not is not up to me to decide. And as a fellow townsman, I definitely hope that Young Master Zhou can turn misfortune into fortune."
As he spoke, he slightly leaned his neck forward, adopting the exact same posture as before.
"Young Master Zhou, can you still turn misfortune into fortune?"
Zhou Shaohua's expression suddenly turned fierce, like an enraged sick tiger, and he kicked the table.
That's right.
He only kicked the table.
He was not giving in to despair.
This shows a point.
There are still many optimists out there.
Don't give up easily until the last moment.
"Crash—"
The table was kicked; because it was heavy, it didn't fly, but it moved a distance. No one was hurt, though the document bag on the table fell.
It might be because of good soundproofing, the commotion inside the room didn't reach outside, no one came in to interrupt. Even if there were cameras, it's unlikely someone would be watching all the time, right?
