Ever since Bai Feng was incarcerated, Fan Shaoming resumed work at the company, feeling increasingly powerless in handling the multitude of affairs, whether due to protracted neglect or advancing age.
"How much longer will it take? With your power and connections, can't you get Xiaofeng out? You once said that sending Xiaofeng there was just a temporary measure, a sacrifice to pacify the King of Hell. And what's the result? We've ended up at an even greater loss. Look at Qingyun Villa now. Where is there a hint of green?" Zhou Jingyun complained bitterly.
Even if it was her son's fault, the other party had exacted their revenge, and now her son was about to be imprisoned, while the opposition remained unscathed. It was too unfair.
Bai Zhenhong took a drag on his cigarette, choosing to remain silent for the moment.
