However, Zhang Yang's gaze penetrated through the surface glamour, directly locking onto the dealings and sins lurking in the shadows.
In a corner, Wang Congcong was drinking and making merry with an alluring woman. Suddenly, seeing Zhang Yang and his group burst in, his face turned deathly pale, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.
"You... why are you here?" Wang Congcong said in panic, a slight tremor in his voice.
But mostly there was anger; he had been thinking of finding these people himself, and unexpectedly, they arrived right after he got back.
Zhang Yang swaggered over to Wang Congcong.
He looked down at Wang Congcong with disdain and anger in his eyes.
Then, with a look of righteous indignation, he said righteously, "Wang Congcong, you think you can escape? Today is the day you meet your fate."
Having said that, Zhang Yang grabbed Wang Congcong by the collar and lifted him off the sofa.
