C363 Western Suburb Machinery Factory

Ye Fei did not hesitate at all. After hanging up the phone, he quickly walked back.

"Mr Fei, whose phone is it? I just heard you sound very angry."

Xie Haifeng was holding a grill in his hand, sprinkling seasoning on the mutton skewers.

"Yeah, Director Ye, did you encounter some trouble again?"

Zhao Hongshuo raised his head and drank his beer as he said