Old he finally came back to his senses. He opened his mouth and nodded. Then, like a machine, he took out his phone and called for an ambulance.
Although he had been ridiculed by Wu Cheng for so many years, it was a matter of life and death. This was no joke.
Soon, the ambulance arrived and took the man away.
The doctor said that there shouldn't be any danger to his life. He was probably so angry that he vomited blood and passed out.
Hearing the doctor's words, the rest of the people heaved a sigh of relief.
If someone were to die in the venue, the venue would probably be closed.
Mo Cheng Yun's eyes flickered with interest as he nudged brother Jiang's arm, " "Why do I feel like Wu Cheng has vomited blood because of this little girl? 15 million, tsk tsk tsk tsk, for Wu Cheng, that's half of his fortune, right?"
