Lin Mengyan was somewhat entranced as she watched Fang Yi.
Because previously, Lin Mengyan had been curious about who had the guts to defy Zhu Wushou. Read full story at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
That curiosity seemed like a strong intuition demanding confirmation, and although Lin Mengyan appeared very calm on the surface, she was actually eager to see who it was.
And now, she finally saw.
A breath of relief seemed to pass through Lin Mengyan’s mind.
Reflecting on it, everything happening here was very similar to his usual style, just like a replica.
"I should have thought of him earlier," Lin Mengyan suddenly said softly, with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Kong Qingci glanced at Lin Mengyan’s expression, and a tinge of jealousy arose in her heart.
"What do you mean you should have thought of him earlier, I thought of him long ago," Kong Qingci said.
"Ha, I couldn’t tell, Kong Qingci, you, a woman who always has her nose buried in books, have learned to lie?" Lin Mengyan teased.
Kong Qingci, with an unchanged expression, said, "Say what you will, but I definitely thought of him."
Lin Mengyan sighed, raised her hand to her forehead, and softly said with resignation, "Kong Qingci, you’ve turned bad."
Whether she had turned bad, Kong Qingci did not know; she only knew she must never lose to this woman.
The entire men’s restroom was filled with the sound of chattering.
Zhu Wushou wasn’t deaf; he heard all those comments, being one of Moon City’s tycoons, and although he hadn’t met Fang Yi before, he had certainly heard of him.
Like how Fang Yi and Ying Zheng are brothers, and he has a close relationship with Rong Quan, and additionally how the Ren Group was destroyed by Shen Binan’s Longtu Group, with Fang Yi in the background.
In short, Zhu Wushou was aware of many major events that happened in Moon City.
However, since he hadn’t met Fang Yi before, Zhu Wushou didn’t know Fang Yi’s identity from the start, and he was led on a wild chase by Fang Yi, constantly manipulated.
Thinking about it now, Zhu Wushou was enraged!
Having battled through the commercial world for decades, even when he’d fallen, he had never been this humiliated; this was truly a stain on his life.
Looking at Fang Yi with a cigarette dangling from his lips, Zhu Wushou snarled and suddenly shouted, "Where’s Lao Fu? What have you done to him!"
Fang Yi glanced at Zhu Wushou and chuckled, "Chairman Zhu, don’t worry, that old coot isn’t dead yet, of course, that’s if you hurry up and get him to the hospital."
After speaking, Fang Yi turned around, seemingly grabbing something from inside.
Then Fang Yi came out with something in his grasp, and he casually threw it to the ground, as if tossing away an item, showing no regard for it.
Previously, Lao Fu didn’t regard Fang Yi, so there was no need for Fang Yi to consider Lao Fu either; just return the favor.
Lao Fu was tossed to the floor in front of Zhu Wushou by Fang Yi.
As Zhu Wushou saw Lao Fu’s condition, his eyes widened, immediately shocked, because Lao Fu’s state was too pitiful.
His limbs were twisted, evidently broken, blood spat from his mouth, his face pale as could be, trying to say something but failing, completely rendered a cripple compared to his previous self, like heaven and earth.
Not only Zhu Wushou, but everyone present seeing Lao Fu’s tragic state felt a shared sense of empathy.
It was just too disastrous!