What's the use of finding Li Xingle!
Her hand was already cut.
Xingshen Group, President's Office.
Li Xingle stared unwaveringly at Ye Gushen as he held a knife, splitting the photo in two, taking the part that belonged to Tang Suiyu with him.
"Is this necessary? You're ruining the aesthetics! I swear, I really just wanted to see sis-in-law! No! I just wanted to see Little Li!" He suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Ye Gushen tightly gripped half of the photo, "Were you really misspeaking just now?"
"A slip of the tongue, absolutely a slip of the tongue!" He didn't want to die.
"Apologize to her!"
"Boss, Brother Shen! I, a grown man, apologize to her? I just wanted to keep a photo!"
"You could have asked for a photo properly, you hurt her!" The thought pained Ye Gushen, "And as for Li Buyan's matter, I warned you long ago, you have no sense of boundaries!"
