In an instant, Zhang Xiaowei understood what was going on.
Lu Zhengming, that bastard, had actually pulled a fast one on him by substituting the fake for the real.
No wonder he had said earlier that it was still uncertain whose hands the deer would die in; he had already resorted to such shameless and sinister tactics.
Zhang Xiaowei regretted not keeping an eye on him the entire time; otherwise, Lu Zhengming wouldn't have had the chance.
Amidst the crowd, Lü Haitao's brows were tightly knitted, his eyes looking at Lu Zhengming with murderous intent.
But he still chose to remain silent, not speaking up to argue.
"President Qi, please have a seat quickly and taste how good my mountain delicacy is."
All at once, Lu Zhengming became the center of everyone's attention, stepping forward to assist President Qi to his seat.
