Xiaolong might seek the help of the Song Family, but wouldn't Qian Shaojun be able to do the same?
Even though Qian Shaojun's background paled in comparison to those of the major families, it didn't mean he was entirely without opportunity.
After much thought, Qian Shaojun finally took out his phone, struggled to find a number, and dialed it.
"Hello?"
The call was quickly answered on the other side, by a man's voice.
"Sun, Brother Sun, this is Shaojun. Are, are you busy these days? Would you like to get a drink together? My treat."
Qian Shaojun calmed his emotions and hurriedly put on an obsequious expression, almost as if he was ready to kneel.
"Shaojun? Oh, it's you Qian Shaojun. You actually thought of me, that's rare. Eating is not necessary, I'm quite busy, and having a meal with you seems like a waste of time. Just get to the point if you have something to say."
Sun on the phone sneered and showed no courtesy at all, even going as far as to refuse a meal.
