Shen Yi stood beside Qin Jiao and said flatly, "You were disrespectful to my wife, and you still expect me to back you up? It doesn't matter that you watched me grow up. Even if you were at my deathbed, if it's time for you to pack your bags and go, you go."
Feng Fang's mouth twitched. She didn't actually want to leave; she was just posturing, trying to get the cafeteria back from Qin Zhonghui and his wife.
At worst, she could just work with them. After all, the staff were her people, and she knew the ropes. There would definitely be opportunities to cause trouble for Qin Zhonghui and his wife in the future.
'But now... have I overplayed my hand?'
Shen Yi's gaze swept over the others. He said, "Are you all going to resign with her?"
The dozen or so people looked at each other. More than half of them moved to stand firmly behind Feng Fang. That left five or six people, who hesitated but didn't move.
