"So, what do you want with me?" Hao Jian sat in the chair, giving off a relaxed air.
Gao Jiping didn't beat around the bush and straightforwardly said, "My Red Makeup Society wants to ask for your help."
"Cooperation? You must be joking. I'm just a wretched driver struggling to make ends meet; how could I possibly help you?" Hao Jian said with a light smile.
"Do you think I would believe that? If you were just an ordinary driver, could you have survived after offending Liang Jiankun on Akina Mountain? If you were just an ordinary driver, would the He Corporation not have reacted after you hit He Rongsheng? If you were just an ordinary driver, would you have been able to push back the Yihe Club?" Gao Jiping said teasingly.
"Don't use parallelisms, or the readers might think I'm just padding the word count," Hao Jian said with a bitter smile. His background had been thoroughly investigated by Gao Jiping; did he have no privacy left?
