"You're getting on in years, and you still want to roll in the mud?"
"I damn well want to." Shen Feihu saluted Meng Xingzhi.
"Sit down!"
"Yes!" Shen Feihu swaggered over to his seat and sat down.
"Old Shen, we've already finished the meeting, and you're just now showing up."
"I had something to do! I was so busy I almost forgot about the meeting." Shen Feihu chuckled foolishly.
Meng Xingzhi, who had been sitting with a stern face, slammed a thick pack of documents in front of Shen Feihu, "Look at this, check it carefully." By the end of his sentence, his cultured and refined demeanor had disappeared, his voice full of frustration.
"What's this?" Shen Feihu picked up the documents and took a look, "Well done! Damn well done." He got up excitedly, stepping on his chair, continuing to cheer loudly.
Meng Xingzhi's face turned ashen.
