"Uh, this..."
Xu Fan's words were like a sharp needle, piercing directly through Zhou Dasheng's crestfallen expression.
At nearly sixty years old, having navigated the business world for decades and often called an old fox, he was at this moment looking into these young eyes, only to find that he couldn't fathom his thoughts at all.
Yunsheng Villa was the biggest bargaining chip Zhou Dasheng was willing to put forth, enduring the agony of cutting flesh, all in hopes that the matter would end there and not spread to the entire Zhou Family.
But now, it seemed that Xu Fan was not quite appreciative.
It took Zhou Dasheng quite a while before he squeezed a smile back onto his face.
"Mr. Xu, look, if you need something else, my Zhou Family will try our best to arrange it for you."
Zhou Zidong was his own grandson. Could he just give up a pair of legs because Xu Fan, an outsider, asked for them?
Where would that leave Zhou Dasheng's face in Shanghai after this?