Seeing that Su Wenyi had departed, the still prone Yang Guangyuan asked, “Mr. Mo, can... I leave now?”
Yang Guangyuan's injuries were severe, so he needed to rush to the hospital to get himself treated. He lived for money and women, and both were necessities to him. If his physical condition caused him to lose one of the two, Yang Guangyuan would be done for by his definition.
Mo Lan glanced at Su Wenlun and said, “Are you planning to let him go?”
“Su Wenlun, as long as you let me go, I won't fight with you over the partnership with Dynasty. What do you think?” Yang Guangyuan hastily offered. He currently did not have the strength or courage to fight with Su Wenlun. After all, he had Mo Lan to back him all the way.
“Get out. From now on, I don't want to see your face,” Su Wenlun spat out.
“Yes, yes. Rest assured. You'll never have to lay eyes on me ever again.” Yang Guangyuan struggled to his feet and dragged his heavy body out of Mo Lan's villa.