Yang Fei raised his chin high, even though his height did not even reach Gu Changsheng's neck, he still looked haughty and arrogant.
But in Gu Changsheng's eyes...
He was nothing more than a country chicken, no matter how high it held its chin, it could never become a noble phoenix.
Such a poor pattern, reeking of chicken droppings.
Wang Chen watched the scene unfold, feeling completely like an outsider. At this point, the issue had been completely clarified by Gu Changsheng; it was now a matter between Yang Fei and Tong Qiu and others. He was just following orders, and as for the money he received, Yang Fei had taken the lion's share.
The more one takes, the more responsibility they naturally bear.
This scene...