At this moment, Assistant Wu hurriedly ran over with a phone in hand, tiptoeing to whisper in Ji Chicheng's ear, "Young Master, news just came from Lawyer Liu that Jingfeng has mortgaged about ten percent of the shares he acquired to Charles."
Ji Chicheng clenched his fists tightly, and a deep murderous intent surged in his dark and fierce eyes.
He did not speak, but strode towards the front door with heavy steps.
As he walked past Charles, his pace didn't falter, his face cold as they brushed shoulders.
Charles merely turned his face slightly, giving him a smile, then turned to nod at Xin Hailong.
Ji Jingfeng was a bit dumbfounded, stepping back two steps blankly, watching Charles, surrounded by the crowd, talking and laughing.
He could not swallow his anger, gritting his teeth, and rushed over furiously.
"Mr. Charles, what do you mean by this?"
