In a certain manor in Shanghai, the situation here was quite the opposite of what Xiahou Renjie had guessed.
Xiahou Longhu stared blankly at the phone, the screen showing that the call had been disconnected. After tens of seconds, he suddenly let out a low roar and smashed the phone onto the ground with great force.
"Bang—"
A muffled sound rang out as the screen and fragments scattered everywhere.
Xiahou Longhu's chest heaved violently, his expression constantly shifting and changing.
Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Sima exchanged glances, and finally, it was Mr. Ouyang who spoke up: "What's wrong? Getting so angry just from making a call to Xiahou Renjie?"
"It's too late!" Xiahou Longhu said with a bitter smile, shaking his head at Mr. Ouyang.
The expressions on the faces of Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Sima changed at the same time.
In fact, they had already received the news earlier: Xiahou Renjie had opened a new restaurant in Shanghai, and Chu Ge had taken Mu Bingtong there.