"What? Mr. Mo is the son of Director Wu? That rumored Crown Prince of the Songhua Group?" The hotel owner felt his knees shaking again.
Just now, he was thinking of assisting Gao Zhengzhong, unaware whether he had offended Mr. Mo or not.
If he had indeed provoked Mr. Mo, their Feifan Hotel was really done for.
Dong Mengdie was also stunned because she had heard from Wei Dong about the power of the Songhua Group. Now knowing Mo Huasong is the young master of the Songhua Group seemed incredibly intimidating.
Wei Dong was ready to betray her for ten million, and Songhua Group had a hundred billion in assets—even more now, she heard.
God, it was scary.
Jiang Zihao's face turned pale with fright: "Young Master, I didn't collude with Gao Zhengzhong. We just had regular business dealings, so we had meals together. He called me and said he was being bullied and claimed someone wanted to harm the Songhua Group. I got angry as soon as I heard that and immediately brought people over."
