Since he called his full name in such a tone, it proved that he truly cared about this fellow.
The old man's illegitimate child?
Quite the womanizer.
"Regardless, we must protect him well," the old man said gravely, "Let him live."
"Alright, I will find a way," Tang Fei agreed.
He had already intended to save Bai Wuxin, and with the old man entrusting him so solemnly, it was even more his duty.
"This is what we owe him," the old man added.
"I understand," Tang Fei responded, "After dinner tonight, when the streets are crowded, I will help him leave."
"Good. Be careful."
"Okay." Tang Fei nodded and said, "Today is New Year's Eve. Just now, Little Fatty mentioned you, wishing you were here..."
"I wish you all..." The old man's voice suddenly paused and, after a long silence, he said, "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year."
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Zhong Jiayuan looked up at the chaotic, snow-filled sky and said anxiously, "The snow is getting heavier."
