"If you want to refuse me, just say it straight. Stop trying to fool me with such ridiculous claims!"
"Fifty million? Why don't you just tell me it's 'five little targets'?" Dai Zhengguo's expression stiffened for a few seconds before his eyes squeezed together menacingly.
The excuse Gu Yu came up with was really too far-fetched!
Did he really think he, an old man, was a fool that could be easily deceived?
Fifty million! That was half a "little target"! How old was Gu Yu to have the wealth to prop up such a big company?
He didn't need to use his brain to know that it was impossible.
Unless Gu Yu's father was Wang Moulin, if that were the case, then even five billion would not make Dai Zhengguo have the slightest doubt.
But Gu Yu's surname was Gu, not Wang!
He looked at Gu Yu with eyes filled with resentment and scrutiny, "If you don't want to come to the Affiliated Hospital, just tell me! I, Old Dai, am not some man-eating tiger. I won't make things difficult for you!"
