Gong Chen flicked his lighter, feeling the warmth of the flame.
It was quite ironic to hear this coming from another man's mouth.
He scoffed softly, his expression cold and somber.
Sang Li didn't mind and continued, "The Gong Family's power structure is intricate and complex. Even though you've already taken control of quite a lot, the rest is still in the old man's hands. If you want to completely control the Gong Family, you're probably going to need a bit more time. Yet clearly, the old man only needs one move to control you."
For example, Lin Zhiyi.
As the words fell, the lighter in Gong Chen's hand went out, the heat of its body pressing against his palm.
It felt like a needle prick.
Sang Li, no longer dwelling on the Gong Family's matters, raised his hand and patted Gong Chen's shoulder.
"Besides, I'm doing this for my sister, too. I don't want her making mistakes and then it won't just be about you owing her a life anymore."