A chance… to cooperate with the piece of land he was standing on… Hou Zi twirled the red wine in his glass. He stared at Xia Jinyuan sharply in an instant. Then, he finished the wine in his glass with a gulp as if he received a confirmation. There was happiness in his eyes. "I trust you, Old Sixth."
"I trust you too, Brother Zi." Xia Jinyuan closed the door and left. This 37-year-old man finally understood how important Xia Yiwei was to him. A faint smile flashed past his cold gaze.
Xia Yiwei was a woman that was hard to deal with. Her words of "break up" was enough to force the boss of the underworld into such a state. He didn't want the throne, he wanted the beauty. Xia Yiwei, you succeeded.
Xia Jinyuan stood at the side of the corridor on the 23rd floor as he looked past the window. There was something shining in his deep gaze. Someone had managed to achieve the result she wanted. He wondered if he was able to get what he wanted too?
