Slap! Slap! Slap!
"What a scene, an exquisite act of framing someone superior."
Just as Wang Bowen verbally promised Sun Demao a bright future and secretly anticipated the Manzhou villa that Sun Demao had promised him, Lin Fei, accompanied by Butcher, entered the living room from the balcony with a round of applause.
If it were someone with a weaker mind, in midst of negotiations that could determine their future or even land them in inescapable doom, a sudden intrusion by an outsider would have already provoked a violent reaction.
However, Wang Bowen did not lose his composure. As one of the oldest deputies in the Zhonghai City Council, even under these circumstances, his face may have been grim, but he did not lose his reason.
