Chapter 200: Might as Well Slit My Throat
Looking at the man in front of him with a bronze mask, like a demon, Xiang Shaotao's heart nearly jumped to his throat, frightened that a slight wrong tone could lead to the loss of his life, especially in such a chaotic society as this, who knows what his fate would be any moment.
Seeing Xiang Shaotao's pitiful state, Lin Zifeng sneered secretly in his heart. When you were bullying others, why didn't you think about this outcome?
Now he was pleading pathetically like a pug, as miserable as can be.
Lin Zifeng casually pulled out a contract from his pocket and placed it in front of Xiang Shaotao, his sinister chuckle cutting through the air, "What's your relationship with Sun Ziliang?"
Sun Ziliang?
Xiang Shaotao was confused for a moment, looking doubtfully at the man in the bronze mask, his mind whirling without a clue as to why he was approached, nor why Sun Ziliang was mentioned.
