The duo of Lao Liu and the driver both lowered their heads simultaneously, standing there with an embarrassed and submissive demeanor, ready to take any blame thrown their way.
Of course, they didn't say it outright, but in their minds, they had already cursed Zhao Fengyun's ancestors thoroughly and even felt pleased about Zhao Fengyun's impending "massive loss."
Serves him right!
That's what you get for tossing blame around when things go wrong; now this is your comeuppance!
At this moment, Zhao Fengyun looked towards Xiao Feng on the sofa, seeing him guzzle down his precious wine with big gulps. He almost wished he could leap over and bite him to death, but dared not show too much on the surface.
Not to mention that he was currently bedridden and immobile; even if he could get up, looking at the security guards lying on the ground unable to rise, handling him would be a piece of cake.
What to do?
Is it really necessary to call my old man and give that bastard ten million?
