Su Nan trembled slightly, and the voice didn't sound like Shang Qian's.

That was Shang Yi's scream.

She relaxed suddenly.

Inside the Presidential Suite.

Shang Yi was lying on the ground, Shang Qian was half-squatting above, holding his collar with one hand to hold the position, and the other hand slammed his fist into his face fiercely.

In a few moments, Shang Yi's face was covered in blood, his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and the blood in his mouth was shocking.

Seeing that he was dying, Shang Qian stopped his hand with cold eyes.

He crouched aside, looking down at him condescendingly.

Eyes darkened.

"Where did you take my son?"

His voice was rough, like a ghost from hell.

The people on earth are as silent as dead.

But Shang Qian knew that he was not dead, and he had a lot to do.

Shang Yi let out a strange laughter from his chest. Although he was already embarrassed to the extreme, he had the goods in his hand!

Shang Qian looked at him quietly and smiled.

Shang Yi opened his eyes strangely, and the smile of watching a good show flashed in his eyes.

"Do you really take that little **** as your own son? Even if you give him the surname Shang, he will not be able to enter the door of our business like you!"

He giggled, tears and blood running down his face.

Shang Qian's eyes flashed through the cold light, holding his collar, warning him:

"No one cares about that place. I compromised once and left with Mike. Everyone was at peace. How dare you go back on your word?"

In his eyes was a wolf-like bloodthirsty killing intent.

Shang Yi sneered coldly, "Are you okay?

Your business is about to overwhelm me, and everyone regrets that you left the business, as if my position should be given to you, but are you worthy? "

He stared at Shang Qian stubbornly, and there was a strong jealousy in his eyes.

"You brought this little **** here to approach the Su Group and Su Nan. Don't you want to borrow the Su Group's hand and return to the business?"

Shang Qian's eyes tightened coldly, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Shut up, do you think I really don't like it? If I don't like that seat, do you think you can sit there?"

He gritted his teeth and looked at Shang Yi.

For him, from entering the business, it was the beginning of all misery.

He finally left, how could he still think about going back?

He wished he had nothing to do with there forever!

This businessman is too smart!

Shang was also stabbed by his words.

It seems that everything he has today was given to him by Shang Qian who didn't want it!

But all of this should belong to him!

He frowned and said fiercely:

"Are you a little **** worthy of this position?

Do you wish that your shameless, mentally ill mother would be known and smear the business? "

He sneered, looking at Shang Qian's always modest and forbearing appearance, a fire burst into his heart.

"The Su family all knows about your past, your background, and your Su Nan, who wants to cling to you.

She didn't take you seriously at all, she just came here just to inquire about you, and I said it all..."

Looking at Shang Qian's drastic change in face, Shang Yi couldn't help laughing. He ignored the pain on his body and continued to add fire:

"Don't dream, she would rather give me a hug than give you a chance, do you know why? Because you are just like your mother, sick--"