Li Chunhua was not the only one becoming a mole; so was Tan Ge.
Inside a clean, spacious office room with luxurious decoration and antiques, Tan Ge was facing a man sitting behind a desk. The man's face bore a three-point resemblance to Gong Panli, and without a doubt, it was the Gong Feitian that made Mr. Fang's teeth itch.
Unlike Gong Panli's neat hairstyle, Gong Feitian's hair was ruffled wild, and his eyes didn't contain a bit of his half-brother's gentleness and always showed a shrewd glint.
He had a military combat suit on, and on his right hand was a glass filled with brewed wine his subordinates had snuck from the raided items.
To his surprise, those old people could actually produce a good wine just from a root crop alone. He should have ordered for the raid to be done long ago.
Gong Feitian sneered after trying to imagine his half-brother's face at the moment.
He should be crying in some corner right now.
