What?
The second-in-command of Jucail Commercial Association stooping to light a cigarette for someone else?
Just who is this Mister Mo, exactly?
Even Liu Xiaofeng, as foolish as he was, had now realized that he had really stirred up a hornet's nest, having provoked someone he should not have.
Xiao Li was trembling in a corner of the wall, wishing she could slap herself and Liu Xiaofeng; if they had just taken the 400,000 yuan and left, none of this would have happened. Instead, now they had brought upon themselves a world of trouble!
"Huh…"
Mo Han took a puff of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, and looked at Liu Xiaofeng with a dispassionate gaze, his tone filled with amusement, "I heard you wanted to break my father-in-law's fingers just now?"
The room fell silent, with only the barely audible sound of Liu Xiaofeng's teeth chattering out of fear.
"If you've done wrong, you must admit it. When you take a beating, stand straight."
