He had all the time when it came to patience.
Kang Mingde, with matters weighing on his mind, quickly fell into a disadvantage, but unable to swallow his pride, he said stiffly, "I heard from President Lai of Shenghua that you had a cooperation project with Bo's a while ago and met Third Master Bo at the same table?"
Han Qi, clearly amused, raised an eyebrow, "Trying to cling to Bo's?"
"Clinging to what!"
Kang Mingde pursed his lips, "After all, our two families are in a partnership, and when you have time, arrange a meeting with Third Master. You know, lately Kang's has had some difficulties."
"You're in trouble, and you don't come to me but ask a stranger for help?" Han Qi asked nonchalantly.
Kang Mingde subconsciously glanced at him, unable to discern anything unusual from his face, which never forgot to mask intentions, but inside, he felt an indescribable discomfort.
It was truly suffocating to be trampled underfoot by his own son.
"You're busy."
"Ha..."