"Good, very good!" Gao Luyuan glared viciously at Gao Jiping before dejectedly leading his men away, but as he left, his last glance was pregnant with a deep, self-satisfied meaning.
"Has the old bastard gone mad? He actually plans to make a move on Mr. Hao Jian?" At this time, Gao Jiping's underling stepped forward and spoke with disdain.
"He has indeed lost his mind, the pain of losing his son has caused him to lose all reason," Gao Jiping gravely said, and then continued, "Give me the phone, call Spice Ginger, tell him about this."
"Tip off? If Gao Luyuan finds out about this, won't he hold a grudge against us?" the confidant reminded.
"If Hao Jian finds out that we knew and didn't report it, he will be the one to hold a grudge against us," Gao Jiping responded with a wry smile, fearing offending Hao Jian far more than Gao Luyuan.