Chapter 239: Does Your Face Hurt (2 / 2)

Only, as she looked up, she saw all the people looking at her, and the camera that kept snapping pictures.

This caused Su Mei to pull Fu Zhongyi over as soon as she could and fled the scene without even thinking about it.

A stumbling back like that was full of woe.

But the only way to save the last shred of face was to say nothing.

Because there are already some media over there who can’t help themselves, “Mr. Fu, don’t go away, tell us, what do you think about your unnamed second son posing as your oldest son?”

“Mr. Su, the Fu Family Battle Team was established by you, and this matter of your son impersonating Z of Spades, are you not aware of it at all? But looking at the reaction at the scene, it shouldn’t be. “

Su Mei and Fu Zhongyi had long since been in no mood to say anything else, only wanting to leave here quickly.

When she rushed out, Su Mei’s face was still scratched, and she frowned in pain, but she didn’t dare to speak a word.

The only person left at the cocktail party was Mr. Li, who remained there alone, still swiping the messages on his phone.

It was surprising that those small platforms that had invested in Hejiajun surpassed the number of visits to their platforms in just a moment.

And it has the sole right to play a personal interview about Z of Spades on it.

The word regret is no longer enough to describe the mood of Mr. Li, who originally thought he would make a big profit.

Now, because of Fu Ximing’s impersonation of Z of Spades, all that publicity he had previously invested in, not to mention having to pull back, he also had to face the danger of collapsing from the company!

Mr. Lee’s entire face went white as he staggered with his cell phone.

Instead, the scene when He Saffron begged him came to mind.

“Mr. Li, I know that businessmen value profit, and we have known each other for a long time, so please do me a favor and don’t withdraw your investment at such a critical juncture, okay? I can’t collapse, if I collapse, my son will be finished.”

What did he answer then?

“What does your son being finished have to do with me? Mr. He, let me advise you, since you’re from the countryside, go back to the countryside, our place is really not suitable for you. “