"I'm not the kind of person who loves to stand out!" Chen Nan smiled and then added, "Nothing much, just inquiring about Zhao Zhenghui's affairs."
"Well, it's getting late. You should rest early!" After saying this, the call was ended.
Seeing Chen Nan hang up the phone, Lin Yuanshan's legs gave way, and he slumped onto the sofa. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. He looked at Chen Nan with a face full of awe, his voice shaking slightly, "Mr. Chen, you said before that you are a loner, with no backing, but doesn't Governor Hu count as your backing?"
"We are just friends; he can't be considered my backing," Chen Nan said evenly. In his life, he had never thought of relying on anyone.
Lin Yuanshan struggled to regulate his breathing, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.
