"Why President Prechto, don't you agree?"
Yi Wen looked at Old Pu with pale face, dry lips, and constant sweat on his forehead, and was taken aback for a moment, then asked.
"Agree? Agree, shit! Agree and I die..."
Prechto's face turned pale. He was thinking silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out directly. He was afraid that speaking out directly would anger Ewen, which would eventually cause Ewen to become angry and punch him here.