After Wen Ru finished relaying what Song Guanchao had asked her to tell him, she left.
Fan Jie lay on the bed cursing for several minutes, and only stopped when he was gasping for breath.
He stared at the white ceiling, breathing in the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and suddenly laughed at himself.
He'd thought he could outplay Song Guanchao, but in the end he'd been treated like a toy by Song Guanchao.
The two of them weren't even in the same league.
This guy had started laying out the trap against him a long time ago.
Even without what happened today, his company would still have been ruthlessly plundered.
If Song Guanchao's scheming made him furious and unwilling to accept it, then Zhang Yan's actions chilled him to the bone.
He'd thought he was using Zhang Yan; in reality, he was also being played by Zhang Yan in the palm of her hand.
Zhang Yan treated him like a gigolo, wanting him and then demanding wildly, not caring whether his body could take it.
