"You order takeout every day and stay at the villa?"
When Gong Cheng heard his subordinate's report, he sneered and leisurely placed his feet on the desk.
"The others should come back. Just keep an eye on things with Xiaotian."
His men obeyed and went out. He lit a cigar and squinted triumphantly.
It seemed that Gong Hao had been defeated.
That was true. After pretending to be disabled for so many years, Gong You had died, but he was only given a house. The huge family business had nothing to do with him. This blow was not small.
"Good brother, just stay in the villa. You won't have to worry about food and clothes for the rest of your life. It's not bad."
At the detached villa.
Fu Xi brought the fruit plate to Gong Hao and handed him a lychee.
"How did the contact go with them?"
Gong Hao took the opportunity to eat the lychee, his eyes cold and determined. "It's all done."
