In the living room, the woman smiled as she looked at Zhao Chuanchun, whose brow was tightly furrowed.
"Brother-in-law, Lin Fan just arrived, and you trust him so much already, even going so far as to use your own godson as a bargaining chip. Aren't you afraid he was sent by them to deal with you?"
"When did I ever say I trusted him?"
Zhao Chuanchun exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze cold as ice, and said, "If it weren't for Li You being betrayed and forced to run, I wouldn't have had to bring Huo Ben up. I thought it would make things easier, but a wolf is still a wolf; if it eats too much, it forgets it's a beast. So, regardless of who arranged for Lin Fan to be a knife, it's not too bad to cut down this tumor first."
