Feng Lin's expression remained unchanged as he waited for Huo Tingyang to continue.
"Is your backer the old man?"
That was the most likely possibility; Huo Tingyang couldn't think of anyone else with the capability to hold down Feng Lin and allow him to navigate with such ease between various powers while still managing to keep himself safe.
"Mr. Huo, you're giving me too much credit. I'm just a wage earner. There are no less than eight 'President' titles under the Huo Group, and within the group, I, Feng Lin, am nothing special.
Nowadays, presidents are a dime a dozen. You're the heir to the Huo Group, and you really don't need to waste your time on me."
If someone else had said these words, Huo Tingyang might have believed them.