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"Bai Feng, we have been classmates for so long, I will definitely help you. I swear on my life that if I reveal a single word, I shall not die a good death, at your disposal." Chu Feifan still couldn't bring himself to swear on his son's life; he would rather die himself than let his son suffer the slightest harm.
Bai Feng poured him some wine and smiled, "Those were just casual remarks I made; you shouldn't take them to heart. Come on, let's drink. If I'm going to ask you for help, it's because I trust your character."
Chu Feifan also pretended to be magnanimous and laughed it off.
That meal, however, turned out to be the most nerve-wracking and unpleasant one Chu Feifan had ever had in his life.
After the meal, Chu Feifan took the initiative to ask, "Bai Feng, you still haven't told me what you need my help with."
