For a while, the scene descended into chaos.
Tang He struggled, shouting that he would make Chu Xi pay, while everyone rushed forward to restrain him.
The so-called good friend who had exposed Tang He took two steps back, turned around, and pulled out his phone.
[Qi: President Feng, I did what you told me to!]
[Qi: I know I was wrong. Please have mercy on me!]
[Qi: If the company goes under, my dad will hate me for the rest of his life!]
Inside the car, Feng Ze's phone lit up, but he paid it no attention.
He leaned against the seat, his head tilted slightly as he watched what was happening outside.
Not far away, Tao Zhiyan dodged the cameras and sneaked a yawn, which Feng Ze caught.
He couldn't help chuckling.
After a few days apart, Butler Tao had started worrying about his public image too.
The production crew had already called the police, and soon sirens sounded nearby.
Red and blue lights drew closer.
Everyone hauled Tang He up from the ground.
Just before the police got out to take Tang He away, Tao Zhiyan sidled furtively up to Chu Xi and egged her on to give Tang He a kick.
Feng Ze couldn't help chuckling again.
"Young Master," the driver asked, turning around, "their livestream is almost over. Would you like to get out and say hello to the third young master?"
Feng Ze had come straight here after getting off his flight today, without even going home.
Now that he was here, he wouldn't get out. He just sat in the car watching, occasionally chuckling.
The driver felt rather moved. How had he never noticed how close the Feng Family's young masters were?
Their eldest young master really cared about his little brother.
Feng