Nangong Qiang looked up at the ceiling, and after a few seconds, cold sweat started to appear on his forehead along with the face that emerged in his mind.
"Brother Cheng!" He slammed the table and stood up, panicking: "I was wrong, brother!"
Damn it! Is he crazy? How could he forget someone so important?
Jiang Cheng, the one who often follows Fu Shihan around, the owner of Musu Bar!
Nangong Qiang swallowed and forced a smile, lowering his voice.
"Brother, it's really noisy over here, so I didn't pick up on your voice. My mistake, I'll make sure to pay attention in the future!"
With praise flying like rainbow farts, Jiang Cheng listened to his nonsense for about two minutes. Thinking he might go on taking forever if he didn't stop him, he lazily interrupted.
"Alright, don't say so much useless stuff. I'm calling because I have something to discuss."
"Okay, Brother Cheng, tell me what's up!"
