C183 Food Poisoning?

"Hmph!"

Hearing the assistant's words, Xia Mingsheng sneered, "This time, it's not something he can save."

"The hotel has already arranged it, right?"

"Don't worry. Old Fang has earned so much. If he doesn't help us this time, he won't be able to get any benefits himself."

"Give him a call and we can start our next plan."

"Okay, I'll call him now