Speaking of the children, Bai Xiaofeng and Bai Xiaoyu, Bai Xiaohang seemed quite spirited.
Although he mentioned someone nearby, it was Xiang Dong, a person he knew.
Nevertheless, he still leaned in close to Chen Hai and deliberately lowered his voice. "Boss, my Uncle Baoshan may seem a bit dull and not very talkative."
"But I always feel that he might not be that simple."
"In our hometown, I am not afraid of anyone, but standing in front of Uncle Baoshan, my scalp feels numb."
"In the past, I didn't believe in heaven or fate; I only believed in myself."
"But after witnessing your abilities, I think that for some unknown things, one should still harbor a sense of fear."
"You once told me that I was born under a warrior's life chart."
"If standing in front of him makes me feel numb, Uncle Baoshan's life chart must be vicious and brutal—far fiercer than mine."
"In a couple of years, he should be out of prison. Such a man, if he could work for you..."
