Right now, Bai Xingjian only cared about tomorrow's meeting with the War God King.
Only cared about the gifts he was going to give them.
As for Xiao Chen and Huang Ruiyi, they were nothing more than ants he could pinch to death at will.
He simply didn't take it to heart at all.
He very much disliked his eldest son Bai Shengping's overly cautious attitude.
As if Xiao Chen were some big deal?
Bai Shengping let out a sigh.
He kept feeling that this matter wasn't that simple.
If Xiao Chen really was just an ant, how could Hei Ming and Hei Tian be dead?
With someone like that, you couldn't afford to be careless.
But his father's orders were something he didn't dare disobey.
The next day, Xiao Chen, as usual, drove Jiang Meng to work.
He wandered around the company for a bit, then went over to Ruiyi's place and sat for a while.
Only after that did he drive back to the Ding Family's villa.
Bai Xingjian was coming today; naturally, he had to meet him.
