Yang Weimin set the phone down, a headache throbbing in his temples.
What the hell was that idiot He Yuzhu playing at? And at the same time, Yang felt a deep resentment toward Yi Zhonghai. If it weren't for him committing murder, none of this chaos would have erupted. *Yi Zhonghai, are you out of your mind? Even if you had a conflict, you don't resolve it by taking a life!* This was dragging the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill through the mud and making life miserable for him as the director.
Yang’s lungs felt like they were going to explode with rage. He almost wanted to wash his hands of the whole affair. Since Yi Zhonghai had the nerve to do it, he should be prepared to face the consequences. But the fallout... Yang huffed and dialed his brother-in-law’s number.
Chapter 159