"How did the talk go?"
Lin Fan, having returned to the car, was curiously asked by Zhao Qianyue.
"Pretty good, we almost came to blows."
Lin Fan started the car and drove out of the textile factory. His words made Zhao Qianyue chuckle, "What's so frustrating about falling out with that kind of person? You've got me covering for you anyway."
"Miss, you're really something else, renting such a big factory for just a hundred bucks. I know you're doing a good deed, but have you ever considered what if Huo Ben snitches to your dad?"
Lin Fan looked at Zhao Qianyue. He had planned to use her influence for some of his tasks, but he hadn't expected things to spiral out of control like this. Huo Ben's face had been completely shredded by her today, turning them into direct adversaries.
