Inside the splendid villa, there were two luxurious genuine leather sofas.
Fang Lihuang, the adopted son of the old master Fang Derong, was less than five feet tall, with a body as thin as a rail and his ribs clearly visible. His skeletal appearance made people suspect he had been malnourished since childhood.
His face was full of stubble, and his features, sharp and simian, gave him the appearance of a frail monkey.
Meanwhile, Fang Biao sat quietly on the other sofa.
On the coffee table before the two men lay a banquet of rare delicacies, sumptuously extravagant to the extreme!
"Come! Dad, let's toast to our plans moving forward a step further," Fang Biao lifted a glass of '82 red wine, smiling at his father.
Hearing this, the smile on Fang Lihuang's lips was equally hard to conceal as he picked up his wine glass to toast with his son.
However, just as the father and son were about to drink, the villa's door was suddenly kicked open.