"It's a trifling matter, hardly worth mentioning."
Li Feng waved his hand and leaned closer to Zhao Yu, saying, "I did it mainly for your sake, you know. To be honest, I really don't think much of this Young Master Peng. I mean, the old man from the Mu Family was such a hero, building up such a great business from nothing. How did he end up with a son like that—?"
"Alright, enough," Zhao Yu cut him off, extending his hand, since after all, Mu Shaopeng was his own brother. He changed the subject, "This time, I owe you one."
"You're making too much of it, Brother Yu," Li Feng replied with a smile, lifting a glass of wine. "Your business is my business, Brother Yu. Who knows, maybe one day I will be the one asking for your help."
After he put down his glass, Li Feng was secretly delighted, "Mu Shaopeng, oh Mu Shaopeng, your timing couldn't have been better."
