Zhang Yang touched his nose with a modest look on his face and said, "You can't really blame me for this! I definitely gave him all the face I should've. He insisted on playing tricks on me—well, I'm not some parent who spoils their kid."
"On our own turf, you think I'm gonna let him walk all over me?"
That line was really domineering. In this moment, Zhang Yang's aura as the real helmsman finally started to show.
"Fine, you're the most badass! You handled this beautifully!
Right, about the donation—how are we doing it later? Announce it on the spot? Or wait until the carnival is over?"
Liu Xingyun kept asking about the donation of the prize money.
With the carnival run to this point today, aside from the small issue of Liu Wenjun landing in the hospital, you really couldn't pick out any other flaws. Zhang Yang and Old Zhao, leading the company team, had put together an event that was downright high-end and grand.
