This slap silenced the entire office.
A group of clerks looked at Director Huang, stunned.
On the left half of his face, a clear imprint of five fingers could be seen.
Director Huang was also stunned.
He had not expected to be hit.
A flash of surprise crossed Zhou Qian's face as she watched Wang Dahai, her eyes sparkling.
This was the first time she had seen Wang Dahai hit someone.
He had always thought Wang Dahai was a good-tempered man.
"How dare you hit me?"
Director Huang shouted angrily, "You dare hit me!"
"Wang, call the police for me!"
A young man quickly responded and hurriedly took out his cell phone.
Although he was calling the police, this Wang secretly delighted in the situation, thinking the slap was well-deserved.
No one in the street office liked Director Huang.
This man had no capability yet loved holding meetings.
Every meeting was full of criticisms, very irritating.
However, before Wang could finish making the call, Wang Dahai's phone suddenly rang.
