Having realized this, Li Meihai stopped asking further questions, nor did he linger, choosing instead to follow Zhao Chungang upstairs.
Returning to the room, he saw Zhao Chungang sitting on the bed, silent with a deep frown on his face, eyebrows twisted into a severe '川' character.
"Let it go, we really misjudged this time," Li Meihai stepped forward to comfort him.
"How could such a thing happen in this world? Tell me, who could have expected that he would turn out to be so influential?" Zhao Chungang still doubted whether everything that had just transpired was perhaps all a dream.
But on the way upstairs, Zhao Chungang had secretly pinched himself hard when no one was paying attention. It hurt a lot, unbearably so, almost bringing tears to the eyes of a man who stood over six feet tall.
