C43 Desperate Chairman Qian

Faang Yu's brow furrowed, his expression sour. Under normal circumstances, no one would dare speak to him in such a manner without facing his wrath—typically a slap that turned them into nothing but a mist of blood.

But Faang Yu could empathize with Chairman Qian's current foul mood. His mother's condition was dire, and it was only natural for him to be upset