"Go to hell, you desperate mandarin duck." Everett Su wanted to spit on Cyrus Su's face. Unfortunately, his good moral quality did not allow him to do such a rude thing.
Cyrus Su didn't pay attention to his performance and just pushed his weak brother to sit on the sofa.
Everett Su's hands were tied behind his back by Cyrus Su. Even if his feet were not tied, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to escape because Cyrus Su brought many people here. As long as he was there, , there must be a bodyguard guarding the door.
To be exaggerated, not even a mosquito can get in.
Cyrus Su looked at Everett Su condescendingly and said coldly, "Don't think I don't know why you are approaching Nolan Shang. Why do you say you are always snooping on things that don't belong to you? Be good, Su." Second son of the family, after my father dies, maybe I can still support you for the rest of your life as long as you stay on your own terms."
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