Immediately, panic surged over him like a tidal wave, causing his legs to go weak, and he involuntarily knelt before Lin Beichen.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Yang Penghui crawled on all fours like a puppy to Lin Beichen, tightly hugging his leg and howling, "Mr. Lin, spare me!" This scene was like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present.
It was as if a thunderstorm had exploded over a calm lake; everyone looked up in shock, eyes wide and mouths agape, staring at Yang Penghui in disbelief. It seemed as if they collectively lost their voices, and some even instinctively slapped themselves to check if they were dreaming.
The scene before them was too shocking and unbelievable for everyone present.
Yang Penghui, the manager of Silver Spring Tea Garden, a figure earning an impressive monthly income of a hundred thousand, suddenly changed his attitude and kneeled before the person he previously threatened to destroy?
What on earth was going on?
