"That's all there is!"
Fang Yi said this casually.
Song Wuliang's face changed, and he jumped up: "Brother Yi, you can't joke about this kind of thing!"
Fang Yi said, "That's just how it is, no need to get too excited. Come, sit down first and then we'll talk."
Song Wuliang was still standing, but under a glance from Qian'er, he reluctantly sat down.
"The reason I've become a cripple, you don't need to worry about it. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Just know my current situation, and that's enough."
Fang Yi looked at Song Wuliang and said, "Fatty Song, I'm a cripple now, maybe I can't back you up anymore. Since you started a company and want to do business, don't be inconsistent, or you'll end up accomplishing nothing. No one will cover for you then."
Song Wuliang frowned, "What are you saying, it sounds like a deathbed confession."
