"Xiaofei, thank you so much for today. Without you, I don't know how much longer I would've been stuck in there. Come on, this first drink is for you," Yi Shu said, raising his glass in sincere gratitude to Chen Fei, Aunt Deng, and the others as they sat back down at the table.
On the way back, he had learned that Chen Fei was the one who had pulled some strings, convincing Du Yuanbing, the chief of the Xicheng Police Station, to agree to his release. Otherwise, there was no way he would have been freed by now—he'd probably still be languishing in a dark police cell.
By now, he naturally understood that Chen Fei, the kid who used to trail him everywhere, had truly made something of himself. Not only had Chen Fei earned a fortune in Northern Mountain City and bought a million-yuan luxury car like the Mercedes GL400, but he had also managed to pull enough strings to make the chief of the Xicheng Police Station do him a favor.
