Wu Wen hung up the phone, feeling incredibly surprised.
Obviously, Feng Zhenghua was furious, and rushing over at this moment surely meant treating this young bastard in front of him as a venting outlet. Su Fan was doomed for sure.
"Heh, just wait, boy. Once our chairman arrives, let's see if you can still act as arrogant as you are now."
"Chairman Feng is coming here in person?"
"If Chairman Feng is enraged, even the government officials might step in. In that case, it would be difficult for Mr. Su to leave safely."
"In Yang City, only a handful can withstand Feng Zhenghua's fury."
From the surrounding discussions, Su Fan had learned that this very hotel was indeed one of Feng Zhenghua's properties.
He figured that Feng Zhihua was probably searching everywhere for him right now. If he actually met him, Feng Zhihua would likely beg for mercy to save his only son.
With newfound confidence, he felt even more composed and relaxed.
