C89 Hands

"Damn it."

Ye Hong, who was in the room next to Zhang Yichen's, smashed his fist onto the tea table.

Fortunately, the tea table was made of a special material. If he had continued punching, he would have been smashed to smithereens.

"Who wants to oppose me? If I find out, I'll make you suffer."

At this moment, Ye Hong was infuriated. 13 million was the limit that he could use at the moment