After the three of them were seated, Zhou Yu got straight to the point and asked:
"As far as I know, the Lin Corporation has no grievances with you, so why cut off their sand supply?"
The moment Zhou Yu drank his wine, Wu Mingde's expression had already changed.
Although his face still maintained a smile, it no longer carried the same submissive demeanor as earlier.
Leaning back in his chair, he said with a light smile:
"Cutting off the sand supply to the Lin Corporation was not my intention."
"Up to this point, I'll be straightforward—it was a matter of taking someone's money to ward off their disaster."
Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.
"Who?"
Wu Mingde answered with a faint smile, "Do you think I would tell you?"
Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing through them.
Feeling the icy gaze from Zhou Yu, Wu Mingde felt a shiver in his heart.
After all, the drug hadn't taken effect yet, and he didn't dare provoke Zhou Yu's wrath at this moment.
