Fang Rong deeply regretted her decision. She regretted bringing Xiang Yu along. This was no longer just a matter of embarrassment—it was now a matter of Xiang Yu's life and death.
Although Xiang Yu was highly skilled and she knew he wouldn't suffer much in this place, these bosses were all troublemakers who were far from easy to deal with.
Most of them had money to spare, and they could easily buy Xiang Yu's life. Seeing how stubbornly Xiang Yu refused to leave, her eyes welled up with tears in frustration.
Cheng Wanli didn't know much about President Wan, but seeing President Wan on his phone, he had a bad premonition.
It seemed President Wan was one of those half-businessmen, half-gangsters types—a complicated figure. Cheng Wanli felt like his head was about to explode; this attempt to get a free meal had turned into such a disaster.
"Your name's Xiang Yu, right? Get out of here now! If you want to eat here, I'll invite you another day, alright?" Cheng Wanli shouted anxiously.
