Listening to Dong Dahai's narrative, Chen Hai remained silent for quite a long time.
Because of a woman, he had squandered his fortune, his later years were bleak, and his luck with wealth completely vanished—such was the countenance of Dong Dahai.
Relying on face-reading, when Chen Hai had first analyzed him, he had already roughly discerned some situations.
And now, because of Zhong Fang's matter, his business was on the brink of collapse, nearly at the point of losing everything—didn't this exactly confirm the prediction Chen Hai had made for him earlier?
"Brother Dong, you've come to me; what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
After Dong Dahai had finished speaking, Chen Hai pondered for a moment before he finally let out a light sigh and voiced his inquiry.
When he had agreed to let Dong Dahai come to West Mountain Villa to meet him, he had already decided in his heart.