Just when Wu Shitong was wishing for a hole to crawl into, the door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man came in.
"Shitong, didn't I ask you guys to invite Mr. Lin over? Who allowed you to use force?" said the middle-aged man who entered, his face dark and his tone cold.
Wu Shitong, still stunned by the recent blow, was thus silent for a moment, offering no retort.
The middle-aged man approached Lin Chen with a grin, a sycophantic smile spreading across his face: "Mr. Lin Chen, it's all the fault of my subordinates for not treating you well, and I apologize to them."
Seeing the middle-aged man who had burst in, Lin Chen felt somewhat displeased. He thought to himself, I was just getting comfortable, and you barge in like this—what the hell?
Lin Chen said with a stern face, "Who are you people, and why have you brought me here? Please give me a reasonable explanation."
