Zhou Bingrui stared intently at the man with gold-rimmed glasses as if trying to see through to his very soul.
The man with glasses was so frightened that his lips trembled, and he dared not make a sound.
Just then, Tang Feng suddenly tugged at Zhou Bingrui's sleeve, "Mr. Rui, he probably has nothing to do with this matter; he must have been misled by Fang Ziqiang."
"Yes, yes, that's it, I was just misled by that old thing, Mr. Rui, we've been friends for so many years, don't you believe me?" the man with glasses nodded eagerly.
Only then did Zhou Bingrui's face soften slightly, "It had better be so."
Having said that, he turned and walked towards Fang Ziqiang.
The man with glasses wiped sweat from his brow and looked gratefully at Tang Feng, "Brother Tang, I really can't thank you enough just now."
"My name is Xi Shijing, and if there's anything you need help with in the future, just let me know."
