"Because of Xiao Ya!" The impulsive words were merely a retort to Xiao Mu's mocking smile.
"Who? Who did it!" A roar echoed in the vast office as Shao Weihua hurled whatever he could grab in the same direction. His glasses were pushed down to the tip of his nose, making him look quite childish and ridiculous, while the veins on his forehead throbbed as if they might burst from cerebral congestion, prompting people to keep their distance.
"We don't know who did it. The ship suddenly caught fire, and now the police have intervened. However, the goods on the ship might be delayed by a few days."
With a crash, more items were hurled at the reporter's head. The poor guy could only use his hands to fend off the pens and folders, luckily there weren't any sharp objects like scissors in the mix, or else he might have lost his life. Even so, a big bump swelled on his forehead, causing great pain yet he couldn't avenge the damage and had to swallow his grievances.
