Du Heng looked speechlessly at the young man. From this brief encounter, he could tell this was a very self-absorbed, arrogant young man. And from his actions, it was clear he was a spoiled brat, pampered to the point his intelligence was abnormal—a complete idiot.
"First of all, please take your money back."
"Heh, no need," Qiao Zhenghai sneered. "Go to my house now and treat my father. That money is your consultation fee. If you don't appreciate the gesture, then keep the money; you'll need it for your own hospitalization."
Du Heng almost laughed in anger. "Alright, alright, just wait a moment. I need to make a phone call."
He knew that anyone capable of doing such a thing must have connections to either money or power. A family without some influence wouldn't raise such a domineering child.
"Big brother, what are you up to?" Du Heng directly called Wu Shengnan's Big brother.
