The person in front of Li Feng was somewhat short and skinny, and appeared somewhat sleazy, but his beady eyes had a sharp glint.
"Boss, you still remember me! That's really great, I was truly afraid that you'd forgotten about me, Song Qian!"
This person was one of the spectators up on Qiuming Mountain, and was also the one responsible for driving Li Feng and Ouyang Lingling home. The name Song Qian did indeed make a deep impression on people.
Seeing that Li Feng still recognized him, Song Qian was extremely pleased, his face beaming like a brilliant sunflower. However, when he saw the security guards lying on the ground, his smile became a bit stiff.
"What's the matter, what happened?"
The smile on Song Qian's face was replaced by seriousness, and he turned to look at the general manager, Old Wang, exuding a sense of authority all his own.
"Chairman Song, this, this has nothing to do with me, it was him who came causing trouble in the company, and I called security!"
