"What do you want me to do?"
"What do you mean? You can't possibly not know. Xinhe holds control over our wood procurement. No matter where you gathered these from, they won't just sit back and do nothing. They might come up with other methods to deal with us. Have you considered that?" Lin Xinrui implored, her face etched with worry.
Just as Wang Chao was about to respond, his mobile phone rang. He picked it up to answer, then glanced helplessly at the troubled Lin Xinrui.
"You have a real knack for cursing people, you know, since you're spot on. The people from Xinhe have come seeking us out!"
In the CEO's office of the Dong Fang Group.
Two young men are sitting on the sofa. One of them possesses an air of calmness, quite indifferent, reflecting in his faint smile. He is the third young master of the Wu Family, Wu Gong.
