"There's always a way," Feng Taibao said with a smile.
Bai Yifan frowned, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
"Since that's the case, I'll leave everything to you," Bai Yifan glanced at Feng Taibao.
"Haha, Mr. Bai, it's a pleasure doing business with you!" Feng Taibao extended his hand in friendship.
Bai Yifan shook his hand, then stood up and left. After stepping out of the door, Bai Yifan wiped his hand with a handkerchief—the one he just used for the handshake—then tossed the handkerchief into a nearby trash can, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain.
For someone like Bai Yifan, with his many laurels, cooperating with Feng Taibao was extremely distasteful. After all, he was a prince of the provincial city, a member of the party, yet he had to stoop to work with such third-rate individuals. Bai Yifan felt it beneath his dignity.
Of course, if it wasn't to kill Lin Chuan, or to win Tang Yumeng's love, Bai Yifan wouldn't have done this.
Every cause has its effect.
