Yang Mingcheng suddenly felt that this was the most correct thing he had done in his life.
Before he went to find Han Shi'an, he wasn't sure if this kid could defeat Zhao Jianfeng.
Uncertain, to put it bluntly, he was taking a gamble.
All his confidence and assurance came from his trust in this kid.
In the end, he bet it right.
If Zhao Jianfeng was a prodigy, then Yang Fan was an existence even more terrifying than a prodigy.
Not only that, the sudden occurrence of Yang Fan and Han Lingxin's marriage was settled without much fuss, resolved so simply.
Yang Mingcheng, in a particularly good mood, looked at Yang Fan on the other side, no matter how he looked, he felt so pleased.
There was just one question he kept thinking about: Zhao Jianfeng was so powerful, how could Yang Fan easily defeat him?
Shaking his head, Yang Mingcheng had no answer, but this wasn't the point.
The important thing is this kid won, won beautifully.
Han Shi'an on the other side, sighed in relief.
