He agreed so quickly that Pei Zhiyao was somewhat surprised.
The man unceremoniously pocketed the bank card.
The greed on his face was all too evident.
Li Xiaosheng continued to smile, his eyes burning with a heat that was sincere.
He knew that Pei Zhiyao was naturally suspicious.
Only constant assurance could make Pei Zhiyao believe in him.
"Mr. Pei, you can rest assured. I know this matter is very important to you. Leave it to me, and there won't be any problems,"
The man looked around and then lowered his voice even further.
"In the whole company, probably only I know about Zhang Huasheng's secret. It's definitely a good thing that Mr. Pei has asked me to handle it."
Pei Zhiyao's wary gaze suddenly softened.
The man smiled, his guard lowered by half towards Li Xiaosheng.
He cleared his throat, exuding an oppressive air.
"I can entrust you with it, but I have conditions: my identity must not be revealed, and the truth uncovered must not be known to others."
