After yesterday, Second Uncle Le was once again driven out of the old residence.
He stood outside the door, holding the wound on his face.
"Pfft, didn't I suffer for nothing?"
He didn't expect the two of them to be so heartless. He had such an obvious wound on his face, but they didn't even ask about it.
Second Uncle Le kicked the fake mountain at the entrance as if he was venting his anger. In the end, he stubbed his toe and bent down in pain. It took him a while to recover.
From the looks of it, it was unlikely that he would be able to change their attitude in a short period. Could it be that he really had to rely on himself?
However, while starting a game company sounded simple, it was only when it was actually put into practice that one would know how troublesome it was. Moreover, it was very difficult to make a popular game.
Second Uncle Le took out his phone and just then, a push notification popped up from the news app.
