"Are you okay, sorry, I got you involved!"
Xiao Yifeng walked up to Wang Miaomiao's side, looking at the palm print on her face, he said with some guilt.
One hand caressed her cheek, gently massaging it to reduce the swelling from the palm print.
"It was me who got you involved, thank you!"
Wang Miaomiao looked at Xiao Yifeng, her eyes showing a complex mixture of emotions, including a hint of affection.
"Dad, how are you feeling?"
At this moment, Sunx Ping reacted and hurried over to Qii Zhenghua, helping him up from the ground.
Qii Zhenghua's face was swollen red on both sides, his mouth stained with fresh blood, looking very disheveled.
At this instant, Qii Zhenghua's heart was filled with towering rage, his eyes brimming with angry and ferocious light, staring at Xiao Yifeng as if he were a hungry wolf ready to pick its prey.
To think that he, the helmsman of Qi Group and the chairman of Jiangnan Commerce Association, a tycoon in the southern business world of China,
