The call connected quickly.
Su Qingkun sneered at Lin Xiao before turning on the speakerphone, clearly intending to use Zhao Tieshan to pressure him.
An authoritative voice came through the line. "Who is it?"
"Master Zhao, it's me, Su Qingkun!" he said, his voice brimming with excitement.
"Su Qingkun? What piece of trash is that?" Zhao Tieshan asked coldly from the other end.
At those words, Su Qingkun froze, completely petrified. If anyone else had said that to him, he would have exploded in rage by now. But since it was Zhao Tieshan, not only did he not dare to get angry, he forced a wide smile and said, "Master Zhao, I'm Su Daonong's son. We just had lunch together."
He thought that mentioning his father's name would surely change Zhao Tieshan's attitude toward him.
But who would have thought that the man on the other end would simply respond with an indifferent, "What is it?"
