Xu Yiwen was drenched in cold sweat, his face turning blue from the pain, veins bulging, and in extreme discomfort.
Lin Fan's action frightened Li Jiaojiao beside him, her face turning pale. Oh my, that was ruthless. The thought of having plotted against Lin Fan before made her shiver in fear. Thankfully, she had turned back in time, and Lin Fan didn't treat her that way.
"I'll say it again, tell me your boss's name, or your hand will be crippled," Lin Fan said coldly, holding the fork handle and gently twisting it.
Xu Yiwen was in unbearable agony and couldn't hold out any longer; he had to nod.
Lin Fan said, "Use your other hand to write down his name on the table."
Xu Yiwen nodded and then dipped his finger in the red wine to write a name on the table.
"Feng Wanshan!"
Lin Fan's gaze turned cold.
Xu Yiwen belonged to Feng Wanshan!
"Were you also the ones who caused trouble for Liu Jinshan today?" Lin Fan asked in a deep voice.
