As Bai Xiaofan was preparing to make a move, about to throw several security guards who were trying to step forward out of the door, Jiang Feifei became angry.
Smack!
The documents in Jiang Feifei's hand slammed forcefully onto the table.
"Stop it!"
Her words fell, and Jiang Feifei slowly stood up.
"President Jiang, he's a stinking beggar, we should throw him out!"
The middle-aged security guard looked at Jiang Feifei, puzzled, still pointing at Bai Xiaofan and vigorously defending himself.
"Who told you he's a stinking beggar? Get out, this is none of your business!"
Jiang Feifei ordered the middle-aged security guard and the others, her voice exuding the unconscious authority of a superior.
"President Jiang, this person really is a stinking beggar. Your company's security guards weren't wrong, and this man's manners are extremely poor. When we were riding the elevator up here, he was in the same elevator and even insulted us!"
