"You're Chen Xuan?"
President Zhang Guangming's gaze was icy cold, and he didn't look friendly at all.
Chen Xuan smiled faintly. "That's right, that's me."
"What guidance does President Zhang have for me today?"
Hmph!
Zhang Guangming let out a cold snort. "My son Zhang Yunpeng suffered a loss in your hands. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
Chen Xuan chuckled. "Your son brought that on himself. What kind of explanation are you expecting from me, President Zhang?"
"Insolent!"
The bodyguard behind Zhang Guangming barked coldly, "You're not qualified to talk back to President Zhang!"
Chen Xuan sneered. "And you're just as unqualified to act up in front of me."
Heh heh heh...
Zhang Guangming was furious and let out a cold laugh. "Kid Chen Xuan, you're pretty arrogant!"
"With this little pharmacy of yours, I can flatten it in minutes! You're not qualified to butt heads with me, understand?"
Chen Xuan looked completely unconcerned. "You can give it a try."
Hmm?
