Ye Yi leaned against the car door, rapped on the window, and the window was swiftly rolled down.
He looked at them, "Got enough photos?"
"Sir, what is your relationship with the Fang family?"
"Want to know?"
The group nodded excitedly, "Of course we do!"
Thinking back to the charity auction where Ye Yi had spent a fortune to win the Tear of the Ocean, they knew this man was not ordinary.
"Tomorrow, someone will hold a press conference at the Fang Group, and then you'll know."
Having said that, he got into the car and drove off.
In the living room.
Mr. Fang was visibly downcast, his brows furrowed deeply—he hadn't expected Ye Yi to return so well-prepared, and he was momentarily without a good strategy to counter.
The steward, observing the gloom on Mr. Fang's face, felt worried. Not knowing what the strange man had said to Mr. Fang and concerned for his health, the steward secretly reported the matter to Fang Zhi.
Meanwhile, at the Fang Group, in the CEO's office.
