"I really don't want to clean up your mess." The newcomer said coldly, looking at the middle-aged man, sizing him up and down, and clicked his tongue, "Fourth Master, you're looking younger and younger, even starting to put on weight. No wonder you're looking for something to do. The old man heard about your situation and is very pleased. He wants you to give him a call. Go on, maybe he'll have some praise for you." Saying this, he began to look around the presidential suite and casually sat on the sofa, his gaze falling on the middle-aged man's confidant, gradually turning cold.
The middle-aged man's confidant quickly left and closed the door. The newcomer snorted with satisfaction, looked at the dazed middle-aged man, and continued, "Go on, so you don't misunderstand that I, Song Tao, am here to reap the fruits of victory. To be honest, your fruit is not easy to eat, and whether I can eat it is still unknown."
