Wait... wait for what?
Won't let anyone starve?
Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong were simply stunned, while Liao Jianli, upon hearing those words, seemed to have all his strength drained, collapsing onto the ground.
Yet Wang Ruixi said nothing more, merely sitting there, taking one drag of a cigarette after another.
The cigarette he smoked was of some unknown brand, but had a long filter, making the cigarette itself appear long.
When Wang Yaolong went to help Liao Jianli off the ground, Wang Feiyu and the younger folks still couldn't quite comprehend what had happened, only feeling that this moment dragged on endlessly.
Finally, when Wang Ruixi finished his cigarette, the phone he had placed on the table began to vibrate.
"Got it."
Wang Ruixi answered the call, and after hearing something from the other end, he hung up and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood up.
"Mr. Wang!"
