Listening to Zhao Yang's endless talk about Ying Yue's past, Gao Xiaoguang felt as if he was listening to a story. When Zhao Yang finished, he asked, "Brother Zhao, are you joking with me? I wish this were true, but this joke isn't funny at all!"
"MMP! Who is joking with you!"
Zhao Yang, furious, said, "Forget it, believe it or not, but this kid actually had his soldiers hit me, and I'm not going to let this go!"
"Sir, it was really just a misunderstanding!"
Parker showed a bitter smile and said helplessly.
"Misunderstanding! How about I beat you up and then tell you it was a misunderstanding? Would you accept that?"
Zhao Yang shouted angrily, "I'm telling you, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't let this go!"
"Sir, what exactly do you want?"
Being scolded by a young Zhao Yang, Parker, as a commander of a base, could hardly keep his face, and his expression gradually grew colder.
