Zhang Yang rushed to the bar, and Wen Yue was being detained.
The manager gave him a once-over, a look of disdain in his eyes.
"Are you his uncle?"
Hey, I wouldn't dare claim that.
Zhang Yang quickly waved his hand. "I'm not, but you can tell me what's going on."
"Do you have the ability to solve this?"
He, well he somewhat does.
After all, he could be considered half the spokesperson for Wen Fucheng.
Unfortunately, the other party looked rather fierce, seemingly looking down on Zhang Yang's gentle and fragile appearance.
"Just a messenger, huh! Let's wait until your boss comes and see the damage to the stuff here. Does it not cost at least two to three hundred thousand?"
As if he himself isn't just a messenger.
But after all, it was Wen Yue who wrecked the place, so he was in the wrong.
Helpless, Zhang Yang called Wen Fucheng, his tone hinting at urgency.
Half an hour later, Wen Fucheng arrived at the bar.
Beside him was a beautiful young woman.
