"Xiao Han, this doesn't seem right..."
Tong De Zhi, the ringleader, finally realized that they seemed to have dug a big hole and inadvertently buried themselves in it.
Master Yan slammed his hands on the armrest, abruptly stood up and said, "Alright, now that the matter has been resolved according to your ideas, I'm going home!"
Without further ado, he stretched his long legs and began walking towards the door.
"Ah, ah, Xiao Han, wait a moment!"
The several senior officials who just dragged Master Yan in, were now trying to halt his departure.
"Uncles, is there still something?" Master Yan stopped and raised an eyebrow to look at them.
"Xiao Han, this isn't right. All along, we've shared the dividends from all the banks in North and South City together, right? Why are they being split up now?"
