“Let’s go.” Sitting in the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt, Hao Yunyang then raised his chin to Wang Shiyu: “Turn on the navigation. We’re going to Xining, Qinghai.”
“Old Bai, what are you doing? You’ve completely embarrassed our brothers!” After waiting and waiting without receiving any news of White Hai causing trouble, Li Zhihu became anxious. His originally calm demeanor inevitably rippled with waves of unease. Early in the morning, he called White Hai and said, “If you don’t make a move soon, I’ll find someone to handle this matter!”
White Hai on the other end remained silent and didn’t speak.
“Old Bai, if you had said earlier that you didn’t have the ability to deal with him, you should have told me. I would have stepped forward,” Li Zhihu said. “I’ve already boasted to our brothers. You…”
“Li Zhihu?” A slight sound came from White Hai’s side, followed by a middle-aged woman’s voice, with a hint of anger and a cold laugh: “Go tell Li Kaitian that if the Li family wants to use Hai as a weapon again, don’t blame me for turning against you.”
Hearing this woman’s voice, Li Zhihu’s expression suddenly stiffened. Then he revealed a smile even more unsightly than crying, laughing: “Isn’t it Aunt Nie? What are you talking about? You know my relationship with Hai. How could I use him as a weapon? You’ve misunderstood.”
“Hmph.” Nie Meiying coldly snorted and directly hung up the phone, but not before leaving a final sentence: “Go tell your old man to weigh carefully whether he can afford to offend Mayor Wang.”
Mayor Wang… Li Zhihu was stunned, wanting to ask more, but Nie Meiying had already hung up, leaving him no chance to inquire.
But, Mayor Wang…
His pupils suddenly contracted. Li Zhihu, still sitting on the sofa, jumped up, his face revealing deep anxiety, murmuring: “Mayor Wang, Wang Zhongyong?”
“What?!” Suddenly hearing the message from his son, Li Kaitian also couldn’t help but leap up from the sofa, his face filled with shock: “Wang Zhongyong?
