The chat had mentioned [Silver Spear Little Tyrant] more than once.
Although Wen Xinghui had personally reported his son, he was still his son.
Now that he thought about it, he felt a little reluctant.
Everything was because of Chen Yu.
If not for Chen Yu meddling in other people's businesses, the company wouldn't have declined step by step.
It was even more impossible for his son to be arrested and sent to prison.
He also did not have to support a group of commoners.
Among the few things, the last thing made Wen Xinghui the angriest.
He had only robbed them of their fortune, not their lives.
Why should he support them for the rest of their lives?
Construction of factories, schools, and nursing homes.
He was just short of worshipping these people as his ancestors!
Three days later, at noon,
A taxi stopped at the intersection of River Street.