"Dad, what's wrong?" Li Qinghe asked softly.
"That man is Ling Zhengping's nephew, the son of Ling Ruonan, the president of the Northern Group."
Upon hearing this, Li Qinghe's face also changed.
Damn, what's happening, encountering a bunch of people with such twisted identities today.
Li Jianguo didn't say anything more, but simply lowered his head and pondered.
Li Qinghe and Li Qingjiang didn't dare to say anything, watching their father with trepidation.
They knew they had really caused trouble today.
Fortunately, their father hadn't acted recklessly when he stepped in tonight. Instead, he had taken the initiative to apologize; otherwise, it would have really been unmanageable.
They were indeed quite influential in Yangcheng, but that was all relative, there were many more influential people in Yangcheng than them.
But even the most influential people were not as significant as those from the major families of Yanjing.
