Ning Xiaoyue was taken aback.
The man on the rooftop quickly said, "Young Master Feng, I'm not selling this girl!"
Feng Tianming chuckled, "Who said I wanted to buy? I meant that when your company goes bankrupt, she can come to find me."
Upon hearing this, the man on the rooftop turned from despair to anger. It seemed that Feng Tianming definitely wouldn't help him.
"Your Feng Family must really want to push me to death! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!" the man angrily said.
In his grief and despair, he looked ready to jump off the building.
"Hold on!"
At that moment, a voice rang out.
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice.
Lin Fan!
"Boss, I'm Xiaoyue's friend. I want to say something: it's better to live shamelessly than to die valiantly. Why seek a dead end?" Lin Fan said.
The man on the rooftop looked at Lin Fan and suddenly said, "Lin Fan, are you Lin Fan?"
