"About this matter! Patriarch Yan just mentioned, my wife has already refused."
Mr. Yang's tone was indifferent, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly already impatient.
Upon hearing this, Yan Siming's face instantly darkened. He leaned toward Mr. Yang, sneering, "Then let's talk about your rendezvous at the Linzhou hotel."
"I saw you in the elevator that day, with your arms around two stunning beauties. One of them is the woman you brought today. What do you think Kong Lingwen would say if she found out?"
"What do you want?"
Mr. Yang put down his teacup, without any panic, just slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Very simple."
