Ah Long shook his head slightly, looking at Qi Zihua with contempt, "Can Mayor Qi be more powerful than the President?"
Instantly, Qi Zihua felt deflated like a burst balloon: Yeah, the President is Ye Huang's uncle. Whatever he wants, the President would naturally provide. What did the Qi Family count for?
Ye Huang stood up and left, not sparing Qi Zihua a single word. He didn't even intend to give him a chance to see him.
"Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye, I beg you, spare me this one more time, I've been framed..."
Qi Zihua called out desperately, begging for his life.
"Forget it, don't waste your energy," Ah Long said with a disdainful sneer, unchaining him and throwing a packet of drugs to Qi Zihua.
Qi Zihua could no longer care about anything else and began to indulge in the corner.
Soon, his expression turned blissful and he revelled in the pleasure, completely unaware of just how ugly he looked at that moment!