"I'm in bed..." Mr. Yan deliberately said, leading Bai Zhenhong to assume he was messing around with a woman in bed. Bai quickly chuckled, "I have disturbed Mr. Yan's good time, what a sin." If Yan Di had a woman, and he could befriend her, then he wouldn't have to fear Fan Shaoming anymore. "Where is Mr. Bai's mind going? I am almost eighty years old, no longer capable of rolling in the sheets."
Yan Di, young enough to be Bai Zhenhong's son, yet claimed to be nearly eighty...
Bai Zhenhong was overjoyed, "Yan brother, considering our eighteen years of acquaintance, this is surely a kind of fate. Could you help me out one more time, or perhaps I could rent some manpower from you?"
