He's Not My Target

"Do I look like someone who doesn't like to help others?"

"Do you think it's very similar?" Duan Yanxing asked.

Huo Jiuxiao paused for a moment before replying, "The shares in Liu Yousong's hands can't fall into Huo Shengyuan's hands."

Therefore, after they entered, they still had to clean up the mess.

"I'll send you a number. Since you're nearby, ask Liu Zhiheng out and have a good talk."

"Do you believe that yellow-haired brat can succeed?" Duan Yanxing asked.

"You were a kid too," Huo Jiuxiao said. "Besides, he wasn't my target."

This time, Duan Yanxing was speechless. He had just finished his Malay mission, and now he had to finish it for Master Xiao. However, who asked him to have the ability?

...

In the early hours of the morning, the heavy rain had not stopped. Duan Yanxing finally found a 24-hour coffee shop near the Liu family. After sitting down, he called Liu Zhiheng.