"Speak up," Jiang Zhiyong had no intention of letting Yao Qingfeng know about his affairs, but this guy Yao Qingfeng was really annoying.
Making fun of me and showing off in front of me is one thing.
Just now, it even escalated to accusing me of cheating and swindling.
Since that's the case, let Pan Xinhui spell it out and slap Yao Qingfeng's face hard.
"Okay," Pan Xinhui nodded slightly and looked at Yao Qingfeng, "Sir, Mr. Jiang may not know our boss, but his boss knows our boss."
"What does that mean? His boss knows your boss, so you give him a discount?" Yao Qingfeng was somewhat puzzled.
"Yes," Pan Xinhui nodded.
"I still don't understand," Yao Qingfeng said, completely baffled.
