Han Beier sat in despair outside the door of the operating room.
Fang Zhong paced back and forth in the corridor frustrated and annoyed.
Fang Zhong was not a loser. He soon discovered that he had been deceived by Ye Wu. Han Beier left the Dongfang family again. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. What would happen if Han Beier was under his care again?
Unexpectedly, it would be strange if his young master didn’t peel off his skin!
He used both kindness and force, both soft and hard, to force Ye Wu to reveal the whereabouts of Han Beier.
Hearing that Han Beier went to Dark Night Wine alone, he was so frightened that he was out of his wits.
As one of the leaders of the Eastern Group, he certainly knows where Dark Night Wine is.
He gathered people as quickly as possible and came to Dark Night Wine, but Ye Wu only asked them to wait outside the door, and went in to inquire about the situation first.
Ye Wu kept promising that his master would not do anything to Han Beier, so Fang Zhongcai reluctantly agreed to wait outside the door for news about Ye Wu.
Who would have known that after waiting for a long time, two people walked out of the dark night wine together covered in blood, and Ye Wu even had a broken arm.
Fang Zhong glanced at Han Beier dissatisfiedly, but he knew that she was his young master's darling and did not dare to criticize her harshly.
What's more, even if he doesn't blame her now, she is already crying miserably
Dongfang Ao hurriedly walked towards them from a distance
Fang Zhong's heart suddenly sank to the bottom
Is it a blessing or a curse? It's a curse that cannot be avoided. Fang Zhong gritted his teeth and faced it bravely.
"Young Master..." Fang Zhong lowered his head and did not dare to look at Dongfang Ao, but he could still feel the fierce anger emanating from his young master's body.
Terrible……
Fang Zhong was so dissatisfied that he wanted to step back...
Dongfang Ao suddenly raised his palm, gritted his teeth, and stared at Fang Zhong, as if he hated that iron could not turn into steel.
Fang Zhong shrank his neck and closed his eyes, waiting for the severe pain that would follow.
How could his young master send him to the corner with a slap?
