Looking toward the door again, Wen Yan saw Cai Qidong walking over with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
Wen Yan took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
"He Jian, fuck you and your damn uncle!"
Then he turned to Cai Qidong and shouted in a deep voice.
"Cai Qidong, fuck you and your damn uncle too!"
After cursing, Wen Yan snorted, turned around, and started pushing Wang Xueqi's bones toward the Cremation Department.
He actually wanted to keep Wang Xueqi's bones, but he was worried someone else might have bad intentions, so better to cremate them—make a clean break.
The Director got cursed out in public, but still kept smiling, merry as ever, not minding in the slightest.
Cai Qidong got cursed right in front of all his subordinates; he watched them looking all confused and weirded out.
Cai Qidong just let it slide, grinning like he didn't even hear it.
Today, Wen Yan could've spit in his face, and he'd happily rub it in himself.
