"Oh, right, I remember now, Uncle Rong. What he's best at is networking, and it just so happens his sixty‑third birthday is coming up, a perfect opportunity to socialize."
"Maybe with that silver tongue of his, Rong Si really might be able to get the Rong Family out of this current crisis!"
"Only thing is... after he pulls you out of the fire, he won't have the time or energy to bother with you anymore, Wu Rong."
Listening to Yin Shixiu, Wu Rong felt his heart shudder violently.
Rage rushed to his head, blood flooding upward, and for an instant Wu Rong felt dizzy and his vision blurred.
He still had a gunshot wound that hadn't healed yet, and after what Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng just pulled, Wu Rong spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Blood sprayed across the table.
Bai Sidong narrowed his eyes and was about to raise his hand to call the officers in. Hospital or not, he still had to be sent over.
