Brothers, get up early and vote for me!
"About that," Meng Fei sighed and flicked her cigarette butt ten meters away—it flew like a bullet… Then she finally revealed her real purpose: "Actually, the real reason I came to see you is that I've run into some trouble."
She's in trouble? The world boxing champion?
"Is there anyone in this world you can't beat?" Wang Hao asked cautiously, "You know my skill level, I'm no help in a fight…"
"Who said anything about fighting?" Meng Fei scornfully flicked away some ash, "With your skinny frame, I could kick you five meters away. If I couldn't handle it myself, you'd at best be cannon fodder. It's my company that's in trouble."
Well, that's a relief, as long as it's not about fighting, everything else seems manageable.
"So…" Wang Hao stroked his chin, "is it about money?"
