Zhang Xiaowei's face was grim, just as he was about to broker another deal with Dong Hua, but Zhao Hu cursed him out vehemently.
"Zhang Xiaowei, since when is my family's business any of your damn concern? Scram, I don't need you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
Blood was still streaming down Zhao Hu's head; it was clear that he had already taken a beating.
Brimming with rage and not knowing where to channel it, Zhao Hu unfortunately ran into Zhang Xiaowei.
Seeing him in such a sorry state, Zhang Xiaowei would have been secretly delighted in the past.
But today, he was here to help Liang Jing rescue someone, and truly did not want to stoop to his level.
"Haha, I actually thought you were on the same side. Looks like you two have some bad blood, why not let you settle it first before we talk?"
Seeing the situation clearly, Dong Hua laughed disdainfully.
Zhang Xiaowei looked at Zhao Hu coldly, while trying to guess what was going on in his mind.
