Considering the long-term implications, the more this matter is delayed, the more troublesome it gets.
Chen Xiaolong furrowed his brows, increasingly dissatisfied with Mr. Wu.
After all that effort, he simply came up with such a mediocre solution. How is that any different from doing nothing at all? It's utterly ridiculous.
Even a clay figurine has a measure of anger, let alone Chen Xiaolong. He truly couldn't swallow his pride.
"Manager Song Yun, you'd better solve this issue yourself, I'll be taking my leave."
Chen Xiaolong didn't say more and, with a wave of his hand, prepared to leave.
Staying in Zhongming Hall had no meaning. It was better to go and discuss matters with Song Qian.
The only person who could exert influence over Mr. Wu was someone from the Song family; Song Yun wasn't up to the task.
"Ah, Mr. Xiaolong, what kind of situation is this? Wait for me, let's leave together."
