Hearing Li Mingcheng's words, Sun Mengying shot Zhao Xiongwu a hostile glare.
If she weren't waiting to meet this Mr. Lin, she would have already lost her temper.
"Let's see Mr. Lin first, then we'll talk," Sun Mengying said coldly.
Seeing this, Li Mingcheng chuckled with schadenfreude, knowing Zhao Xiongwu was toast.
"Hurry up and bring out Mr. Lin!"
"Yes, yes! I rushed all the way here from North of the River just to meet Mr. Lin."
"That's right, Li Mingcheng! Stop keeping us in suspense! Hurry up and introduce us to Mr. Lin!"
"Yes, yes! Hurry and let the venerable Mr. Lin come out!"
The crowd began to urge Zhao Xiongwu.
Zhao Xiongwu sneered. "Mr. Lin? Hasn't Mr. Lin been here this whole time?"
'Mr. Lin has been here all along?'
'What does he mean?'
The expressions on everyone's faces changed drastically.
They glanced around, trying to spot Mr. Lin.
