"Sell or not?" Xiaobao's voice wasn't loud, but it was almost as if it came from deep within his chest, giving an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Sell! Pfft!"
With his head gripped by Xiaobao, Xu Dong's cheeks were already deformed, his eyes swollen beyond recognition, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he said in agony.
How could he not sell?
At this moment, Xu Dong was completely dazed, but at least one thing was clear in his mind: if he didn't sell his shares, Xiaobao would truly make sure he spent the rest of his life in bed.
Which was more important, shares or the rest of his life? Anyone with a bit of common sense could make the right choice.
"Should've just said so earlier, made me waste so much effort!"
In the end, Xiaobao grabbed Xu Dong by the hair, slammed his head hard onto the table, and said, "Hurry up and sign for me!"