Han Huxiao walked out of the casino and returned to the Shadowmoon Martial Arts Hall with great concern.
"Dad, about Miss Feng San…"
After seeing Han Huxiao come back, Han Yue quickly asked.
Han Huxiao had a solemn expression: "Miss Feng San is willing to take action to protect the Shadowmoon Martial Arts Hall, but she will only take action in a month."
"Moreover, once Miss Feng San helps us, we have to give up 70% of the martial arts hall's stock."
Han Yue's expression changed after hearing this.
"Miss Feng San is ridiculous!"
Han Yue understood immediately that Miss Feng San did this to maximize profits and completely eliminate risks.
However, Han Yue could only complain.
In the end, they had no other choice.
"Father, how will we make it through this month?"
Han Yue asked Han Huxiao.
