The old man's words carried a sense of ruthlessness and resolve, each sentence like a hammer striking Lan Zihua's heart, causing a wave of inner turmoil and a kind of indescribable tension.
Lan Zihua secretly thought this was bad; this old thing was evidently a big shot, and it wouldn't be easy to deal with him.
What should she do to stall him? The only thing she could do now was to offer him flattering words and see what happens step by step.
Thinking of this, Lan Zihua smiled faintly.
Admittedly, she still looked quite attractive when she smiled, possessing an indescribable allure. This somewhat relaxed the tense expression on the old man's face.
Lan Zihua then spoke sincerely to the old man: "Old man, I understand your meaning. I will help convey it to Lin Beichen." She attempted to make the old man believe she would relay his intent.
