The God-Tier Tycoon

Sitting across from each other, Bai Yang picked up the cup of tea that belonged to Wang Qingyu and took a gentle sip. Then he looked at Philip Roth across from him and smiled. "Mr. Roth, I don't like beating around the bush. Please tell me directly what you're here for."

Although Bai Yang had always tied up loose ends after doing things, he didn't believe the Roth Family, the world's foremost lineage with a thousand years of history, couldn't uncover even the slightest trace.

So this young Roth had either come to scheme against him or ask him for something!

Whatever his purpose, Bai Yang wasn't afraid. The world's foremost family? Hah...

"Mr. Bai is as forthright as the rumors say. In that case, I'll be frank. I came to ask you for a favor." Philip Roth's elegant smile never wavered as he spoke.

There was no arrogance, no threats or inducements. His gaze was sincere; he was genuinely asking for help.

Whether it came from the refinement of an ancient lineage or the bearing of the world's foremost family, Bai Yang had to admit one thing: he couldn't bring himself to dislike Philip Roth.

It was precisely because of Philip's attitude that Bai Yang was interested in continuing the conversation. If Philip had looked down his nose at him on the strength of being heir to the world's foremost family, Bai Yang would have thrown him out without another word.

"Let's hear what it is. But I'll say this up front: if it's beyond my ability, I can only apologize." Bai Yang smiled.

After a brief pause, Philip looked at Bai Yang and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you exactly what it is just yet. If you're willing to help, I'll have to take you somewhere.