Furious to the Point of Spitting Blood

The old lady was filled with rage, her anger intensifying as she glanced at the manager and then at Li Hong, whose mouth was bleeding from the blow. 

"Mom, I think there's something suspicious about this," Li Mei said with a wary expression.

"What do you mean by suspicious?"

"Wang Anguo has always been a poor wretch, living in poverty for over thirty years. He's the worst among the Wang family. How could the owner of Hilton suddenly send him so much wine? And why would he stand up for him?"

"Are you saying that Wang Anguo has become successful?"

"I don't know for sure, but even if he hasn't become successful, he might have gained some powerful connections. That's why the owner here treats him so well."

Li Mei's face grew solemn as she spoke, "Mom, I know you're furious, and you probably want to tear him to pieces, but we need to carefully consider the situation and investigate them thoroughly before taking any action."