Chapter 392: Cut off one's arm

"It seems that Mr. Hoard is really not an ordinary person." After Wang Fuying talked to himself for a while, he immediately said to Zhong Wushuang: "Let's go out. I want to have a good chat with Mr. Hoard." "Um!" Zhong Wushuang nodded, stood up, pushed the wheelchair, walked out of the room and came to the living room. "Xixi, Mr. Hoard, I'm so sorry. Wushuang and I had a private conversation in the room. Please don't blame me for neglecting you two." Wang Fuying was very apologetic and humbled...