Li Mingliang knew he had really screwed up today. If he couldn't appease Ye Chenfeng, his father Li Weidong's position as the Director of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce was doomed. He had always relied on his father's position to act like a young master. Without it, he, Li Mingliang, wouldn't even be worth a fart.
Feeling the scorching gazes around him, Li Mingliang was filled with a surge of rage. Blood rushed to his head, and, without uttering a word, he walked up to the wooden table, his eyes flickering uncertainly. Who knew what was going through his mind?
As a minor character, Sun Zida certainly wouldn't dare to defy the orders of Li Weidong. He followed closely behind Li Mingliang, the wet stain in his crotch standing out strikingly. He hated his own gabby mouth. If he had simply stayed quiet from the beginning, he wouldn't have been met with this disaster. It could be said that Sun Zida had brought this upon himself.
