Song Xiaodong looked down at the phone in his hand, ignoring Feng Shuo, and turned his body to look at Li Fengsheng.
"Shall I casually find a bank to give you a loan?" Song Xiaodong asked Li Fengsheng.
"Brother-in-law... Mr. Song, can you really manage that?" Li Fengsheng asked Song Xiaodong incredulously.
"Oh, to beg someone, how low can one stoop." Feng Shuo's wife remarked to Li Fengsheng.
"Just stop talking!" Feng Shuo continued to scold his wife.
"What's the matter, did I say anything wrong?" Feng Shuo's wife leaned back against the chair, arms akimbo, tilting her head and glaring at Feng Shuo defiantly.
"Any bank doesn't matter."
"You won't take the money and run, right?" Song Xiaodong stared into Li Fengsheng's eyes, seemingly trying to see through Li Fengsheng entirely.
Li Fengsheng felt the penetrating gaze of Song Xiaodong as if it were an X-ray.
"Bro... Mr. Song, where would I run to? My wife, children, and parents are all here."
