"Don't! Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please show me a way out," he begged.
Gao Shou clutched the phone tightly, his eyes glancing at Mo Han, his back drenched in sweat.
"Begging me is useless. Beg Mister Mo!"
He Chen said coldly, "Gao Xiaohui, don't say I didn't warn you, if Mister Mo doesn't forgive you, not only will your three companies collapse, but everyone present today will suffer!"
Snap! The call was disconnected.
Gao Shou closed his eyes, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
How could he have imagined that this unassuming son-in-law of the Luo Family was actually the good friend of He Chen, the big shot leader of the Jucail Commercial Association?
And from Brother Chen's words, it seemed that the person had a not insignificant background, one that even the Tang, Wen, Zhou, and Zhu Four Great Families wouldn't dare to provoke.
