Mao Ping was currently resting at home. Yesterday, he had been nearly beaten to death by Liang Jiahao's powerful blow. His teeth were gone and he was lying on the bed with an angry and worried expression on his face.
After his wife put down the medicine and served a cup of tea, she went into the living room to watch television.
How could she not know about her own husband's behavior? Being able to serve him tea was already a symbol of her decades of love for him and her tolerance of him. Whether he lived or died, she did not care at the moment.
Mao Ping opened his mouth wide and threw the medicine into his mouth. Right now, he looked like an old man in his eighties or nineties who couldn't take care of himself.
He had just taken the medicine when his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a call from one of his subordinates. Thinking something had happened to the company, he hurriedly took the call.
