Inside a luxurious apartment.
Xu Hongyuan was teasing his adorable son, while his wife, Yu Xiuhua, sat nearby, her face brimming with a happy smile as she watched the father and son.
This warm atmosphere was shattered by a sudden phone call.
When Xu Hongyuan heard Dou Chao's report, his expression instantly turned gloomy.
The child playing in his arms, perhaps sensing his murderous aura, immediately burst into loud tears.
Impatient, Xu Hongyuan handed the child to his wife and then stood up to walk to the balcony, "You handled it correctly, the Zhou family has a big influence in Zhonghai, and we can't afford to offend them lightly."
Dou Chao on the other end of the call finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Xu, our losses this time are too great, almost equal to half a year's revenue."
Xu Hongyuan's expression was as still as water, and after a long silence, he spoke again, "That guy with the surname Tang, do you know him?"
