Yun Yi hung up the phone, arranging for someone to transfer Director Zhang from the hospital to the suburbs.
When he returned to the sickroom, he found that the person on the sickbed had already left.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked out.
In a villa in the suburbs.
In the spacious and luxurious hall, Director Zhang was sitting in his seat, with several of his subordinates standing behind him.
His face was bruised and bandaged, with blood still seeping out.
His leg had already been put in a cast, but he seemed in good spirits, leisurely sipping his tea.
The door of the hall was opened from outside, and Xiao Moli entered from outside.
When Director Zhang saw him coming in, he didn't stand up, and said with a breeze in his mouth, "Young Master Li, you're here, my leg is not convenient, so I won't stand up, please don't mind."
Although his words were polite, there was no politeness in his tone.
