Hu Yong was getting angrier the more he thought about it.
He had never suffered such a loss from childhood to adulthood.
No way, this grudge must be avenged.
Hu Yong looked at Ye Chen's car.
The more he thought about it, the more it didn't add up.
How could a car-poor loser drive such a luxurious car?
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head.
Right, if he's the boss's driver, the boss could authorize him.
Damn it, I was just confused by this kid and forgot that this kind of fingerprint can be authorized.
A poor loser daring to steal my woman, you're dead meat.
Hu Yong, almost exploding with anger, directly called his lackey.
"Hello, bring your gang over, I need to teach a poor loser a lesson. I'm following him now, I'll send you the location in a bit."
"Alright, Brother Hu, who the hell is so blind to mess with you, sir."
Hu Yong hung up the phone, a cold expression in his eyes.
"Kid, you're dead today, I'm going to make you call me grandpa."
