"Ah."
Along with this scream, Mr. Liang suddenly showed a pained expression and collapsed onto the ground with a "thud," his breathing became short and rapid, his face flushed red as if he was about to suffocate.
This unforeseen incident also startled everyone present.
Qian Shaoyu was still thinking about how to continue mocking these bumpkins from Dahe Village. After all, the funding issue had been decided, and he held the winning ticket. Today, he had even treated Mr. Liang to a meal and had further closed the gap in their relationship.
But the sudden turn of events made Qian Shaoyu panic on the spot.
"What's the matter, Mr. Liang, what happened to you?"
Qian Shaoyu rushed over to help, only to see Mr. Liang's pale face.
The others were equally shocked, and there was a scramble to call 120 and to assist Mr. Liang.
In short, the scene was chaotic.
"What's going on, did Mr. Liang fall ill?"
"Could it be a heart attack, or epilepsy?"
