"Boss Yang, it couldn't be related to the favor you did for me today, could it?" Huo Xiaorou suddenly asked.
"I've heard that your line of work has certain repercussions, mainly reflected in one's luck. Is there such a thing?"
She was still pulling on the hair of a young man named Lai Junjie.
Yang Fan could clearly see a handful of hair caught between her fingers.
This woman was ruthless indeed.
"No such thing," Yang Fan shook his head and said.
He had been somewhat ignorant before, but coincidentally, he had just asked Mr. Fan about this a couple of days ago.
Since Mr. Fan had called it a bunch of nonsense, there definitely wouldn't be any repercussions.
"That's good, otherwise I'd have to consider how to compensate you. But are you sure about that?" Huo Xiaorou still seemed a bit uneasy, her tone laced with skepticism towards Yang Fan's words.
"I am very sure," Yang Fan shook his head and said.
He trusted Mr. Fan's professional judgment.
