Huang Yong finally realized that Liu Yunpeng was well-prepared today; however, he need not worry at all. The middle-aged man before him knew the truth of the matter very well, so all he needed to do was to cooperate with him and play out this scene of deception well, and he would have completed his task perfectly.
Sure enough, Liu Fugui began to speak. Although he now understood the real intention behind his son's invitation to dinner, he couldn't help but feel a little saddened when things unfolded as he had anticipated. Along with it, the slight goodwill he had just developed towards his son vanished without a trace under the latter's string of angry curses.
Yet, an old hand is always an old hand; you could never discern a hint of emotion from Liu Fugui's face. He set down his chopsticks and asked gravely, "Huang Yong, what is going on here?"
