"Mr. Zhao, aren't you trying to guess how much I have in my hands?"
Lin Hanxing allowed Zhao Xijing to size him up.
Her expression was as calm as water, and no one could tell what she was thinking.
In comparison, Zhao Xijing was at a disadvantage.
Perhaps it was because he was connected to his career and the future of his family, every time he looked at him, there was a strong sense of judgment.
For a moment, Zhao Xijing was speechless.
"Since you can't make a decision, why don't you analyze your chances of winning, Mr. Zhao?"
Lin Hanxing patiently changed the topic, like a fisherman pulling in his net step by step.
&Quot; Lin xiaojiu, what are you trying to do? "
Zhao Dongyang, who had been listening by the side, sneered at her with disdain.
It was as if his big brother's arrival gave him more confidence.
"Do you think that you can order others around just because you're with young master Lei?"
"How can you be compared to Ming Mei?"
