"Miss Fang," she approached, "may I have a word with you?"
Fang Lixiang smiled. "Of course." She continued to smile, now playing the role of a cultured and busy CEO, "you'll need to make an appointment through my agent. I'm very busy."
The implication was clear—now was not the time, Mr. Fang was too busy.
Tang Xiang looked at her with a half-smile, "You're avoiding me so much, you must know what I'm trying to find out."
Fox!
This was an old fox!
The opponent was too crafty; Fang Lixiang knew she was outmatched and adopted a resigned attitude, along with a feigned dumb expression. "Miss Tang, you've really got the wrong person. My dad is just a firefighter, he has nothing to do with it after putting out fires. You should ask the Luo family about their issues." Who knows if you are in cahoots with the Luo family.
"Ask the Luo family," Tang Xiang said with a smile, "are you sure?"
Fang Lixiang was stunned by that smile, and a bad feeling hit her hard.
