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Cao Yushu: "..."
Are you even speaking human language?
Duan Feihan had no habit of dilly-dallying with people, and there wasn't much to talk about with Cao Yushu, a foolish kid, so he simply hung up the phone and got into his car.
The black sedan cut through the night, quickly leaving a trail behind.
The elder Mr. Duan stood at the hall window, watching that car disappear from his view, and heaved a soft sigh.
"That boy, Duan Feihan..."
The butler at his side consoled him, "Old Master, your descendants will have their own fortune, don't be in such a hurry to worry."
The elder Mr. Duan felt upset and conflicted, "That's easy to say, but which father can truly let go of his worries? Has the third son retired from the entertainment industry? What is he doing now?"
The butler felt awkward on the side, "There are still some matters in the entertainment industry that haven't been settled yet, and I heard that lately the third master has been frequenting temples..."
