"How did you know?" Xiang Yu asked as he ate a peanut.
"I'm really sorry, my son was disrespectful just now. Please don't stoop to his level, as you are a generous adult," Ding Yongzhi said with apparent respect.
"It's fine, just make sure he doesn't act so arrogantly in the future," Xiang Yu patted his belly, feeling full by then, and then he walked over to Fang Rong and, pulling her along, they left.
Fang Rong did not struggle but simply followed Xiang Yu obediently as they walked outside.
In Xiang Yu's eyes, Ding Yongzhi was just a typical businessman. Ding Xinglong was merely a rich second generation, at most a school bully; he didn't need to take such people seriously.
"Dad..." Ding Xinglong looked at his father with a sense of dissatisfaction.
