Looking at Xiang Wenxin's capricious and willful expression, her sparkling big eyes filled with dominance, Liu Zhizhong felt truly at a loss.
Liu Zhizhong could only silently nod, picked up his phone, and Mr. L's pure voice came online, saying, "All right, Little Aunt Xin, I'll accompany you throughout the day! I'm going to make a call to Director Feng to put off this event and miss Mr. Zheng Sanjing's funeral ceremony."
"This ceremony, which will serve as Mr. L's latest, perhaps his final, work, is something I'm contracted to do. I'm going to break the contract and will pay ten times the average net profit as compensation, as agreed upon. That's the policy, and it must be adhered to."
"Of course, I can't afford that; I'll have to go to prison. To go to prison, well, that's not too bad; there aren't as many worldly troubles there."
