Li Fei fell silent.
After learning that the provincial capital planned to establish a new university, Bian Jingru's intention to win him over had become unmistakable.
However, as a Garrison Commander, to apologize to him, a man under twenty, showed considerable sincerity.
Li Fei stood up once more and returned the courtesy:
"Mr. Bian, you are putting too much weight on this matter, I cannot blame you."
"You young one, I said no need for such formalities."
Bian Jingru once again asked Li Fei to sit, then abruptly and casually inquired:
"Xiao Fei, what do you think of this man, the Blood-faced Ghost?"
Upon hearing this, Li Fei's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Sir, I do not know any Blood-faced Ghost."
"Hahaha."
Bian Jingru laughed, looking at him meaningfully, "Of course, you certainly wouldn't have any connection with such a lawless thug."
