"Pa!"
Just as Zhang Bai finished his insult, he saw a hand as large as a palm fan rapidly enlarge before his eyes, followed by a sudden sharp pain.
Having been slapped, Zhang Bai was about to get angry when an angry voice came, scaring him pale, with sweat beading on his forehead.
"Zhang Bai, have I been too lenient with you lately for you to dare speak so recklessly?!"
Mu Dan glanced at Zhang Bai with a faint look. Seeing his pale face and frightened expression, he snorted coldly, his gentle voice nonetheless shocking.
"Even if Mr. Hao Jian were to ask me for an annual salary of one hundred million, I would be more than willing to give it to him."
At this point, Mu Dan paused his speech slightly. Seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, he understood what they were thinking and continued speaking confidently without making a fuss.
