Zhao Meilan listened but was filled with reluctance. "The money he has is just from the compensation for the demolition. I guess he has almost spent it all!"
"Chen Tianhao's subordinates are afraid of him only because he saved the life of Wang Bao, the general manager of Rongsheng Club. It's not him they're afraid of, but Wang Bao. Do you understand?"
"Without the demolition money, without Wang Bao, what is he? Nothing but trash!"
Song Haifeng, seeing Zhao Meilan's stubbornness, left in frustration and walked into the living room.
"I don't want to talk to you!"
Zhao Meilan, having heard this, had a face full of defiance.
"What I'm saying is the truth!"
"How can that piece of trash compare to Lu Feiyang? They're not even from the same world!"
As she spoke, Zhao Meilan, furious, picked up her phone and dialed Song Xi's number.
"You wretch, get that piece of trash to call the police and have them release your auntie and uncle-in-law!"
