This night, for the Wen family, was a sleepless night.
It was almost midnight, and besides Old Madam Wen and Wen Ya, everyone else was still sitting in the living room of the house of Wen Yiming, at a loss.
Bai Heshu had already arrived in S City, and Liang Hongshun's attitude was made very clear, so next, Wen's was about to face its most severe crisis in decades?
"Brother, the Emerald Bay project, there's no need to continue it any longer. I think we might as well find a third party to take over. That way, our losses could be minimized."
Wen Yizhong suggested softly.
Sighing with a sense of helplessness, Wen Yiming shook his head, "Do you think Fu Hong will agree?"
