Outside Tongxing Group, Wang Zhonghe sat in a luxury car by the roadside, listening to the sound of explosions coming from his company headquarters, feeling his heart bleed, but also secretly relieved.
Just over an hour ago, people from the Source Blood Association gave him orders, instructing him to immediately withdraw the staff from the farm.
As a puppet supported by the Source Blood Association, he simply had no right to say "no," so he could only comply.
"President Wang, Young Master Hua's call can't go through."
"What!"
As soon as Wang Zhonghe heard he couldn't contact his son Wang Lihua, his face changed dramatically: "Didn't I tell you to inform him in advance?"
"Yes, but Young Master Hua's phone just won't go through. I've also sent people to find him, but he's nowhere to be found."
"This damn kid!"
Clenching his teeth, Wang Zhonghe instructed his subordinates: "You stay here and continue looking, I'll first..."
Boom~
