Wang Zicong was befuddled. He had called Wang Xiaomao to bolster his presence, but instead, Wang Xiaomao beat himself up and even called the other party "Boss Li"!
Even if Wang Zicong was foolish, by now he understood that this person, whom he regarded as trash, was actually a big shot, someone not even Wang Xiaomao dared to offend.
After kicking him, Wang Xiaomao walked over to Li Xiaoyao, respectfully asking, "Boss Li, what should we do with this kid?"
Wang Zicong was lying on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his woman stood at a distance, scared stiff.
The salesgirl Xiao Yu was also terrified and didn't dare utter a single word.
Clutched in Li Xiaoyao's arms, Zhang Meng was similarly stunned. She could never have imagined that Li Xiaoyao possessed such influence.
Even the Ferrari-driving rich second-generation Wang Shao couldn't get uppity in front of Li Xiaoyao.
