The woman hesitated, reluctant, but at last, under Mr. Bai's fierce glare, she obediently spat once.
Mr. Bai then extended the key to the woman on his right, had her spit on it too, and then threw the car keys onto the ground, laughing as he said, "You see, I couldn't hold on to it steady after drinking so much."
"Mr. Zhang, would you mind picking up the keys and wiping them clean for me?"
"We were colleagues before, a little favor like this, you wouldn't refuse to help, right?"
Zhang Yihua glared at the car keys that had fallen to the ground, his heart already seething with rage, but he had to endure it.
His family was going through hard times now, his mother's condition was getting worse, and she couldn't withstand any more upset.
Zhang Yihua had thought it through clearly.
If his mother truly passed away, he would be willing to risk everything, seek out Lin Mo, and help him confront those so-called important figures.
