Bai Qing, who had stood nearby without daring to speak all this time, sucked in a sharp breath when she heard Jian Ran's answer.
Jian Ran dared talk to the head of the Bai Family like that?!
And he called him "old comrade"?!
Holy shit, how brave!
Love it, love it!
Bai Qing immediately shot him an admiring look, but also began worrying about him. Was the last person who talked back to the patriarch still alive?
The atmosphere grew tense.
The old man leaning on his cane looked stern. A sharp gleam shone in his somewhat cloudy eyes as he stared straight at Jian Ran, as though he meant to bore a hole through his face.
Not far away, Lu Yanting's expression darkened at the sight. His long leg seemed just about to move when laughter rang out from the Bai Family's elder.
"Haha, how long has it been since I heard the word 'comrade'? It feels like I'm back in the days of the War of Resistance against Japan."
"Young man, you're quite something. Would you come visit my home?"
Jian Ran refused without a second thought. "No, no, I still have to..."
The old man interrupted him with a genial smile. "There's a very lucrative job. Don't you want to take it?"
Jian Ran said, "...Old comrade, where do you live? We should hurry, or we'll hit the evening rush hour."
And so, under the dumbfounded gazes of all the guests, Jian Ran was ushered into a stretch Lincoln and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Huai swallowed and muttered to himself, "If Jian Ran's business keeps growing, will he still bother with the peanuts we offer?"
The guests said, "..."
Su Yuan came to pick up his boss, whose expression had been