Chai Ren was not interested in the so-called exciting drama.
What he cared about was Fuloz's safety.
And the mineral deposits over there.
Most importantly, he could not involve the Chai Family in any way, even if he had to expose his transaction with Fuloz and shoulder all the consequences alone. It could not affect the Chai Family, and that was Chai Ren's bottom line.
"That's good then, Little Tang, just how much are you keeping from me?" Chai Ren asked Tang Qing with a bitter smile, feeling like each time was an unraveling of mysteries by Tang Qing. At that moment, Chai Ren deeply realized the significance of intelligence.
It was confidence.
The confidence to control the situation.
The confidence to remain composed.
The confidence to laugh and play freely.
But he had none of it.
