Feng Chao hung up the phone.
This cold and aloof attitude was completely different from the low-profile and annoying attitude he had when he was facing Wen Muchu.
Old Zhou, the driver, shook his head as he watched. What was this called? a dog taking advantage of its master's power?
"Hehe hehe" was quite appropriate.
Feng Chao didn't understand old Zhou's thoughts.
He would definitely beat up old Zhou so badly that he would never be able to get out of bed again.
Feng Chao hung up the phone and turned to look at old Zhou. "Let's go, brother Yingluo."
"Where to?" Old Zhou gritted his teeth and asked, looking at his smug face.
Feng Chao clenched his wrist and twisted his neck, ready to fight at any time.
