Zhang Yang had a smile on his lips, but his tone on the phone carried a hint of semi-genuine hesitation: "Sort of! I was also angry and couldn't hold back! Look at what we can do now?"
The tone and attitude of the first half were still fine, but when it came to asking Brother Liu what to do, Zhang Yang showed a slight change in his speaking tone.
They're all old foxes, and the people Liu Xingyun deals with every day are all sharp-minded, well-trained in interpersonal negotiations, able to detect subtle changes at any moment.
"You, you, usually so clever, why do you get confused at key moments! What can I say about you!"
Liu Xingyun's recently beautiful mood suddenly worsened.
He also understood that Zhang Yang's call at this critical moment was pressing him to choose sides; this time, it would be tough to brush it off easily.
"He spread rumors that I had an affair with my brother's wife. How can I tolerate this? If it were you, could you endure it?"
