"Come on... let's not, Brother Han."
Jiang Cheng hesitated after hearing his words.
"I'll be careful myself. Just wait for me at the hotel."
Everyone knows they might be laying in ambush at the airport; why take the risk?
"Stop the nonsense, send it to me. I have something to deal with now. We'll talk at the airport."
Fu Shihan ended the call, giving Jiang Cheng no chance to refuse. Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jiang Cheng smiled complicatedly.
It's been like this over the years; he gathered this group of so-called 'trash' around him, helping them plan future paths and arranging for them to learn various skills.
If it weren't for Fu Shihan, no one knows where those high school delinquents, who were only into skipping classes, fighting, smoking, drinking, and goofing off, would be or what they'd be doing now.
