Zhou Chengze's voice took a sharp turn: "Brother Nan, I hope you don't disappoint me."
As he walked out of the gates of Zhou Real Estate, the blood on Sheng Jianan's arm had stopped flowing. His clothes were a bit disheveled, his face was bruised, and his arm looked menacingly terrifying.
He slowly walked back to the car, leaned back in the seat, and after a long while, he opened the file bag and looked through its contents one by one.
His hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, and the previously clotted blood vessels burst open again, with bright red blood slowly dripping down along the texture of his skin.
Sheng Jianan sped towards the villa, running through who knows how many red lights and narrowly avoiding collisions with countless cars, until he finally parked in front of the villa.
He stepped inside, and Su Weiyi was at the dining table on the first floor, eating the pudding made by Mrs. Zhang.
