"Do you know where you went wrong?" Lin Zifeng smiled, continuing to stroke his chin, watching him with interest.
The fat man froze for half a second, knowing well that Lin Zifeng certainly wouldn't let him off.
"B-Brother, I-I can give you money. No matter how much you want, I can give it to you, as long as you spare me, anything is negotiable."
"No, I don't need money." Lin Zifeng refused. "I just need your voice."
"Voice?"
The fat man was stunned.
He initially thought he was tricked by Tangtang, but now the words from this cool man in front of him left him baffled.
Lin Zifeng wasted no time, took out his phone from his pocket, and pressed a recording button.
With an innocent smile, he said, "Repeat everything you said on WeChat today, and don't make me spell it out, you should know what to say, right?"
"Are you tricking me?"
The fat man wasn't stupid; he immediately saw through Lin Zifeng's intentions.
