Yang Bin glanced at the chair and almost threw up.
Is this chair even meant for a person to sit on? It's not just covered in dust, it's also stained with this guy's phlegm. Sitting on it would be more disgusting than swallowing a fly.
"President Yang, has Wang Shu packed up and left already?" Ye Xiong asked with a cold smirk.
"Yes, she's gone. She's already gone," Yang Bin replied quickly.
Yang Bin recalled the phone call from Yang Xinyi. Her tone had made it clear she was going to freeze him out. He didn't know what this man's relationship with Yang Xinyi was. However, she had instantly fired Wang Shu over a single phone call from him. That alone proved his connection to President Yang was anything but ordinary.
With this in mind, Yang Bin endured the nausea and plopped down onto the chair.
Wang Tong felt a wave of disgust. However, remembering how arrogant Yang Bin had been at his home earlier that day, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
