He watched as Chang Yuanyi and Ma Yunbin got into the Bentley and sped away.
Outside the Southern Villa, Du Tiancong's face darkened, and resentment burned in his eyes. Humiliation. Chang Yuanyi was blatantly humiliating him.
Yet, he knew he had to endure it, no matter how wantonly Chang Yuanyi shamed him. His father was about to be promoted from head of the municipal government to head of the municipal party committee. His grandfather, though retired from the front lines, had influential students all over the world and still possessed boundless power. Then there was his maternal grandfather, the First Political Commissar of the Southwest Military Region. With a family background like that, Young Master Chang was definitely not someone he could afford to resent or provoke. He was crystal clear on this point.
"Power and money, power and money… power will always crush money! This godforsaken world!"
