At the Xinyang Group.
Zhang Yueming left his chair and went toward the window while talking on the phone. He was a bit stunned when he heard Tang Xiu's words and immediately couldn't help but laugh, "Hahaha, you're joking me, Brother Tang. I would have become the United Nations chairman if I had such ability. Who could be running his mouth making such a joke in front of you?"
Upon seeing Zhang Zitao gulp down, the smile on Tang Xiu's face turned a bit wider as he said, "Other than your treasured son, who else dares to run his mouth like that? If anything, it's not like I don't dare to go to the dinner hosted by you and Brother Gu, but it's because I can't go! Your son is blocking me at the entrance of Shanghai University with his hardcore brothers, threatening to thrash me up by relying on their identity as local snakes. Honestly, I'm really afraid now!"
Zhang Yueming's expression instantly turned very splendid.
Threatening Tang Xiu?