At that moment, Feng Lingxue's gaze suddenly sharpened, "Feng Haiyang, who's backing you up in your schemes?"
"I'm enough by myself!" Feng Haiyang's face was full of smugness.
"You don't have the brains!" Feng Lingxue snorted.
Feng Haiyang's expression stiffened, but then, he smugly said, "Hey, didn't you still want to hit me? Come on, hit me. If you do, I'll immediately tell grandma that your capital chain has broken and you lack the ability to manage such a large medicinal herb company."
Feng Lingxue's brows furrowed tightly as her brain worked rapidly, trying to figure out a way out of this predicament.
Just then, Zhan Yun suddenly asked Feng Lingxue, "Is it true that with two hundred thousand, I can beat up Feng Haiyang?"
As soon as Zhan Yun's words fell, Feng Haiyang burst into loud laughter, "Kid, you're dreaming about hitting me!"
