"Alright, Dad, next time bring me more good food and drinks, and some XO, Rémy Martin and the like. If you don't have time, just have the nanny send them over."
"Get your damn head straight. What do you think this place is, a nightclub or a bar? XO, Rémy Martin my ass. No way!"
Liu Yan stormed off in a rage. If Liu Jiawei weren't his own son, he'd have killed the brat hundreds of times already.
He just hoped public opinion would hurry up and latch onto some new incident and move its gaze away from the bombing, otherwise the pressure on him was simply too much.
"Why so stingy? If you won't bring it, I'll get someone else to send it."
After grumbling, Liu Jiawei really did contact his men and had a large haul of foreign liquor and imported food sent into the prison.
When all these goodies were delivered into the cell, two sexy women also walked into the prison; they were exactly the ones Liu Jiawei had summoned.
