Lan Xiu cast a disdainful look at him, "Why even bother keeping tabs when it comes to my woman? Just close the bedroom door and handle things ourselves."
Despicable! Fei Zi was filled with righteous indignation.
Lan Xiu didn't care at all, put out his cigarette, leaned back on the chair, and said nonchalantly, "Isn't he currently in charge of the port's supply line? Get ready to wipe out half of their stock in the harbor warehouse."
It seemed unsatisfying just to reject the Duan Family's application for a project loan.
Fei Zi finally realized that the situation was getting more complicated than he had expected, and he frowned.
"Is it really okay to do this? Judging by the elders of the Duan Family, they seem to want to mend their relationship with the Lan Family. Boss, will this make them misinterpret things?"
Lan Xiu sneered, "Exactly, I want them to misinterpret. The Duan Family will sooner or later fall apart under my hands. Why waste time mending relationships?"
"But..."
