After smashing the car, Song Chengyou asked, "Mr. Yang, you should have vented your frustrations now, right?"
Yang Luo did not answer Song Chengyou's question. Instead, he asked, "How many cars does this woman have?"
"What do you mean?"
Song Chengyou was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Yang Luo meant.
Yang Luo said indifferently, "Now, drive all the cars in this woman's garage over immediately and smash them all."
"What?!"
Han Feifei's expression changed drastically as she shook her head vigorously, "Young Master Song, no, no!"
Song Chengyou took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yang, please don't go too far."
"Overboard? Who's the one who went overboard?"
Yang Luo stared at Song Chengyou, his gaze becoming colder and colder, "I didn't want to argue with this woman at first. She wanted us to compensate her, and we agreed.
