In the hotel, Heizi turned over once again, surreptitiously opened his eyes, and glanced at Yan Fei, who was leaning on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought or dozing off.
"If you can't sleep, just get up. What are you doing tossing and turning in bed?" He was about to turn over again when he heard Yan Fei's voice.
Heizi immediately sat up, his eyes slightly red: "Brother Fei, do you think what Boss Chen said is true? Is he really going to give us a car later, and pay us, just for taking away his Tibetan Mastiff?"
Yan Fei nodded: "He doesn't want to not give it, but right now, he has no one else to rely on. Having offended so many people, people of all statuses, and all from families with some ability, if these guys joined forces against him, even his low-cost grandfather couldn't withstand it. Otherwise, why do you think he's so foolish to give us so much for just doing this one thing?"
