"Brother Han, should we go downstairs and wait for the chairman and, by the way, prevent that bastard Ye Fan from slipping away early?" a lean young man suggested to the leader, Han Tie, inside Tan's Private Kitchen Dong hai Hall private room.
"Right, if that bastard slips away, wouldn't the chairman have made a trip for nothing?" another young man spoke up, his expression slightly puzzled, wondering why Bai Luo wasn't worried about Ye Fan leaving.
"Okay."
Han Tie was also somewhat puzzled, but his understanding of Bai Luo was the deepest. He knew well that Bai Luo never acted without certainty. Since Bai Luo wasn't worried about Ye Fan running away, there must be a reason.
Whoosh—
A few seconds later, the lean young man opened the door of the private room for Han Tie, who stepped out and immediately looked toward the elevator.
