Zhao Wen Yuan's face broke into a series of cold chuckles, his eyes full of sarcasm as he looked at Chu Chen, as if watching a madman.
It wasn't just Zhao Wen Yuan, even Mo Yuwan's aunt, Mo Lan, had an awkward expression on her face.
Clearly, she also didn't believe Chu Chen's words.
Who was Little Ma?
The helm of the Penguin Empire, a truly high-ranking figure.
Although they were also from affluent families, worth tens of billions, in comparison with the over six trillion valuation of the Penguin Empire, they were utterly insignificant.
"Little Chen..."
To ease the situation, Mo Lan spoke up.
But just then, Chu Chen's phone, placed on the table, suddenly rang.
Chu Chen picked up the phone, seeing a very unfamiliar number displayed.
"Is this Mr. Chu?"
Picking up the call, a middle-aged man's voice came through.
"I'm Chu Chen, who is this?"
Chu Chen raised an eyebrow, the voice seemed somewhat familiar.
