Jiang Zehui shook his head and said, “This is probably what they call digging their own grave. Your friend must be getting itchy. He broke two of his ribs and perhaps he hopes to break another two of them.”
Fan Hunjun pressed the answer button and placed the phone by his ear, and was instantly greeted by Liu Zhenqiang chuckle. “Bro Fan, why aren’t you here yet?”
Fan Hunjun was blanked for a moment. In his memory, if someone in their circle added a ‘Bro’ in front of your surname when they called you, it usually indicated the tight bond between them. Among his friends from school, they only called him ‘Thoughtless Hun’. When he heard Liu Zhenqiang calling him ‘Bro Fan’, it was grating on the ears.
It appeared he’s very determined and confident. He even made a call to mock me.
Fan Hunjun coldly replied, “Liu Zhenqiang, how did you build such a strong confidence? All your underlings are there, right? Just wait for it. I will be there in 15 minutes.”
“No, no. Bro Fan, you got the wrong idea. I was just spurring you on, as I’m worried that you won’t attend. If you are available in the afternoon, I want to buy you lunch.”