After hanging up the phone, Feng Cang collapsed onto the ground, not daring to take a breath.
He had thought that by clinging to the powerful Gao Family, he would be able to do as he pleased in the modest Lingjin City. Who could have predicted... Perhaps this was a classic case of the wicked bringing about their own ruin?
Chen Yang leisurely swirled the wine in his glass with one hand while tapping lightly on the table with the other.
The vast hall fell into a deathly silence.
Feng Cang's eyes darted around. Mustering his courage, he picked up a glass of wine, approached Chen Yang, and said with a fawning bow, "My lord, this humble one toasts you."
"Cheers," Chen Yang smiled, clinking his glass against Feng Cang's.
Feng Cang was left speechless.
