After splitting up, Zhao Sen hurriedly looked for a reason to leave. Not to mention the fact he had spent a few thousand yuan for the meal, it had become an apology on a certain level. He seldom encountered such incidents that made him lose his face. There was a rage in his stomach. If he were to stay longer, he would probably suffer from internal injuries.
"Are you going to let this matter slip just like that?" Wei Hei asked.
"Forget it. He's just making money and running errands," Wang Yao replied with a smile.
The key thing was that Zhao Sen had yet to cause any harm to Wang Yao's family.
Seeking revenge for the smallest grievance was not the way to do it, nor did it match Wang Yao's character.
"Anyway, Zhao Sen's body isn't in very good condition," Wang Yao said.
"Huh? Really? He drank quite coolly just now."
"It's quite cool, but that's just the appearance. If this continues, he'll vomit blood within two months," Wang Yao answered.
