Wang Teng's expression was so rigid because he discovered that the screen of his phone was completely shattered, with dense cracks spreading across it.
He had no idea when his phone had ended up in such a state. Although the screen was lit up, he could not make out a single letter on it.
"What's the holdup? Hurry up and make the call."
Chen Feng urged.
Upon hearing this, Wang Teng clenched his fists, grinding his teeth in frustration. He felt that this day was particularly unlucky for him, unaware that Chen Feng had easily damaged his phone screen with little effort.
"I've already apologized to you, why must you be so aggressive?"
Wang Teng glared at Chen Feng.
"Aggressive? Ha, if I can't handle you today, then I'd be the one who is truly out of luck. If that were the case, would you let me off the hook? Am I right?"
"I wouldn't," Wang Teng said. "As long as you agree to leave Murong Xue, I really will invest in you."
Smack.