About fifteen minutes later, he placed a bank card into Wu Gang's hand and said, "Mr. Wu, the fault was all mine before, this is fifteen million."
Even Jiang Xiangui had to address him as Mr. Wu, so how could Jiang Taiming dare act like his elder in front of his own father?
"Good."
Wu Gang nodded his head; as for the middle-aged man, he had already put him out of his mind.
By now, the man had regained a lot of his composure, so Wu Gang merely glanced at him and left.
The middle-aged man felt like crying by now. He thought he must be having a string of bad luck today—death threatened twice in such a short span of time. All he wanted was to hurry home to his mother.
With Wu Gang gone, what happened next was the Jiang Family's own business, and he did not wish to get involved.
And as if to express his stance, Jiang Xiangui immediately glared at Jiang Taiming and said coldly, "Take them and disappear from my sight immediately."
