Seeing that Guan Kongcheng's expression was growing increasingly grim, Chen Bin continued speaking.
"But don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will use this matter against you."
In truth, on the night the incident occurred, Guan Kongcheng had already suspected that Chen Bin had set him up.
Now, it seemed even more likely.
However, with the leverage in Chen Bin's hands, Guan Kongcheng didn't dare to say much. He could only grit his teeth and swallow his frustrations.
Sitting on the sofa, Chen Bin looked at Guan Kongcheng with calculated composure.
"If you feel uneasy with the recording in my possession, I do have a way to make you feel completely reassured."
"What way?"
"I have a little hobby—collecting godsons. If you're willing, you could call me godfather. That way, I'd have no reason to harm you."
At those words, both Guan Kongcheng and his agent were stunned.
Neither of them had expected Chen Bin to say something like this.
