Facing Qian Shihao, who was kneeling on the ground, crying with tears streaming down and snot running out.
Qian Mingyuan clenched his teeth several times and, in the end, couldn't suppress his anger, "Haven't I told you long ago not to get involved in the fake liquor business, to be careful of being caught? This isn't so smooth-sailing, didn't you listen? Now look, the distillery has been sealed, billions worth of factory shut down just like that, and you've become a wanted criminal. What do you expect me to do?"
"What do you want me to do, huh?" A questioning roar!
Qian Mingyuan, with his hands on his hips, paced back and forth in front of Qian Shihao, truly wishing he could give him a good slap.
