"Alright, since you're fine now, I can be at ease." Meng Chanji's face was pale, and he forced a smile, then turned his back. A trace of bright red blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
"I wonder if there's something I should ask or not?" Lin Zifeng thought for a long time and finally chose to ask.
"Whatever it is, just say it."
"Alright, since Director Meng said so, I, Lin Zifeng, have no reason to hold back. I wonder why Director Meng treats me so well, helping me time and again, and this time even going to Fusang to rescue our Nantian Gang despite the long distance. I really can't figure out what reason Director Meng has to help me?" Lin Zifeng had been speculating in his mind that if Meng Chanji wanted to use him, he completely had no reason to.
Even if it was because of his father, Meng Chanji didn't have to risk offending the Jipu family.
