Everyone in the private room looked at Tang Feng curiously, eager to see how he would resolve the situation.
Huang Jianxing used to be involved in gangs, and although he later started a construction materials business by a stroke of luck, his nature didn't change.
People like him value their face above all.
Insult him or hit him, and he may not get angry.
But accuse him of being cuckolded—this is the ultimate humiliation for him.
If Tang Feng couldn't give him a satisfactory explanation today, the two sides would likely become sworn enemies.
Tang Feng gently rubbed his phone, "If this matter goes public, it might cause Mr. Huang to lose face. I think it's better to let it go. If you really want to know, we can talk in private."
Before Huang Jianxing could respond, Zhao Yali couldn't take it anymore, "No way! You can't just slander me and expect to let it go. If you can't produce evidence today, this won't end with me."