Four people were unceremoniously thrown onto the street, tumbling to the ground.
An Zhenglin's palm was scraped, bleeding profusely.
He lay on the ground, watching the towering skyscrapers in front of him with a dazed expression, as if in another world.
Married to Lou Jiayao, he, a farmer's son, suddenly had everything.
A dozen years seemed like a fleeting dream.
Everything he owned was lost overnight.
Now, he had no car, no house, no savings; his entire net worth was probably the few thousand yuan in his wallet.
Former friends, out of fear of Zhou Shengqian, avoided him at all costs, lest they be implicated themselves.
He was at the end of his rope.
He slowly sat up from the ground, looking at Pang Xiangwen with an unfathomably dark gaze, "Lou Ning has taken back the Lou Group. He will certainly go to his grandparents' and mother's graves to pay his respects... If Lou Ning dies, I am the only legitimate heir... Pang Xiangwen, do you understand what I'm saying?"
