Chen Xiaolong didn't dare say a word, only able to bow his head in silence.
The air still held a somewhat ambiguous scent, given that he had just been in close contact with his aunt. It inevitably left a trace.
Even in the bathroom, Aunt Liang Cuiping's damp underwear hung, filling the space with a licentious smell.
"Hmmph, if you want to talk business, then talk business," she said.
Aunt Liang Cuiping couldn't help interrupting with a dissatisfied expression on her face.
It was only then that He Xiuzhi calmly said, "Alright, let's talk business. Xiaolong, our county town's Dahe Hall has recently run into a bit of trouble. Originally, we were thinking of handling it ourselves, but now it seems that the situation is somewhat out of control, and we have no choice but to report it to you."
Although He Xiuzhi had provided funding for Dahe Hall, the highest management authority was still given to Chen Xiaolong.
