Dispute Begins

Dong Peng pushed the door open and entered. He saw that Dong Yan's face was sallow and he was using his strength to prop himself up from the bed. He quickly went forward and supported Dong Yan. "Why are you up? Didn't the doctor instruct you to rest for the time being?"

"It's fine, Dad." Enduring the intense pain in his feet, Dong Yan was helped to the bed by Dong Peng again. "Dad, I know you're no longer prepared to fight for the Las Vegas project tomorrow, but I believe Zhou Xuan isn't that kind of person. I still hope you can help him on the spot. I don't want him to lose."

"Although I also believe in Zhou Xuan, I haven't investigated who wanted to kill you…" Dong Peng looked hesitant. "If I rashly help Zhou Xuan, what if he's really the mastermind?"