"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" With each apology Wang Haiquan uttered, he slapped himself across the face.
The elites laughed, but couldn't help but feel a tinge of emotion.
In the face of profit, so-called dignity is worthless.
This is both the rule of the adult world and the harsh reality.
Wang Lubo waved his hand and said, "Today is the grand opening of my buddy's store. If I beat you up, it might not sit well. I've already called the police; let them handle this."
After speaking, he turned and walked towards Xiao Feng. It didn't matter whether it was a defamation case or disorderly conduct; that wasn't his concern.
"Bozai, if you create less trouble in the future, you'll have a much longer path ahead," Xiao Feng advised earnestly.
Before Wang Lubo could speak, a little girl ran over and laughed, "Fat Bo, look who's here."
"Hmm?" Wang Lubo turned his head skeptically and, at the moment he saw the person behind him, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Xiuxiu!"
