Zhao Pengfei's voice came from above his head, with that unique laziness and arrogance.
More than twenty colleagues stood around, forming a semicircle around the rooftop.
No one spoke.
Someone was taking pictures with a mobile phone, and the reflection from the screen pierced Miao Kai's eyes.
"I said, either get through."
Zhao Pengfei patted his crotch.
"Or you just pack your fucking things and get out today."
Li Qiang stood next to Zhao Pengfei, hugging his arms and laughing very loudly.
"Hurry up, Brother Kai, everyone is waiting to see."
He deliberately emphasized the word "Brother Kai" as if he was barking a dog.
Miao Kai's nails dug into his palms.
He could feel his hands shaking.
Not afraid.
