On hearing Han Ke Ming mention Feng Tian, Wang Hai turned to face him with a questioning gaze, the alcohol bottle in his hand long forgotten.
"What about Feng Tian?" Wang Hai asked, not failing to notice how Han Ke Ming's face twisted in displeasure.
Han Ke Ming scoffed.
"You may not know this, but even though the chairman has given his consent, I'm certain that, Feng Tian, that Wench, would not just sit by and watch." Han Ke Ming muttered with a small scowl,
"I have a bad feeling about this, my mind won't stop telling me that she has something up her sleeve. Hai, what if she really tries to do something? I really can't lose to her this time."
Gently placing the bottle in his hand down, Wang Hai raised a brow at Han Ke Ming and exhaled,
"Feng Tian… She's an interesting woman."
He breathed out as he folded his arms on his chest, and rested back on the seat behind him.
