"Li Jingwei was thrown out of the third-floor window and then sent to the hospital."
Cui Boyu just grunted, swinging his golf club and sinking the golf ball into the hole before raising his gaze to Zheng Ren, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Now that's unexpected. How badly is that bastard Li Jingwei injured?"
"Just some soft tissue contusions and internal injuries. His vital energy is still quite strong. In the hospital, he still rants about giving Li Feng a taste of his own medicine. Looks like your Li Feng has really pissed off Li Jingwei this time," Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.
Cui Boyu's face remained impassive. "Well, it was to be expected. Li Jingwei is inherently proud. He only shows a bit of respect for those who are stronger than him. As for those beneath him, Li Jingwei never knows how to restrain himself. It's good for him to suffer a bit, lest he always thinks he's the king of the world."
