Yang Luxing jolted awake from the bed.
The next second, he subconsciously looked around, then his face turned frantic.
Seeing his wife Bai Yu asleep beside the bed, he asked, "Did I pass out last night after drinking with Mr. Huang?"
Yu nodded, "Mhm."
"Dammit!"
Yang Luxing slapped his forehead fiercely, "The apology is definitely screwed now. With Huang Luo's connections from the Tianfeng Group, my company probably won't be able to establish itself in the Magic Capital!"
He let out an annoyed sigh.
Then, turning to his wife with self-blame, he said, "I'm sorry, honey. It's my fault, I've offended people just as the company was getting off the ground. Looks like my company is going to be maliciously targeted."
Bai Yu had followed Lin Yue for many years and had received substantial wages and bonuses.
She bought a grand apartment suite in Shencheng City, the kind worth several hundred million.
But she hadn't told her husband about this house.
