At this moment, Mu Yazhe's complexion was cold and unchangingly still, and there was not even a small smile on his face. His eyes were so deep one would not see the end of them!
Du Boxiong was a popular nouveau riche in this city. According to others, their prosperity had been due to architectural engineering. At present, his business was progressing smoothly and had even started to gain a name in this industry.
However, not mentioning the Mus, if the Dus were to be compared to the Songs or even the Gaos, their fame was out of the question. After all, they were just upstarts.
To the man, they could not be any smaller than the smallest of figures.
If he was a mountain, then the Du was a small sesame seed.
From his personality, he would not deem such a small figure worthy of his personal call.
It was different this time, though.
Tonight, the ugly faces of Huang Lili and Du Jiayan had been too nauseating.
