C258 The Old Fox's Abacus

Hangzhou.

Zheng Feiyue's clear words came out of the microphone and entered Wang Tongsheng's ears.

The old fellow sighed and took the phone from Wang Youhan's hands.

"Zheng Feiyue, I am Wang Tongsheng."

"Hello."

Zheng Feiyue's voice was not cold nor indifferent.

"This time around, Wang Family has done the wrong thing. I apologize to you."

"You're too polite