Hearing what Xiang Yu said, Fang Kuohai felt a lot more at ease. Even though he didn't fully believe Xiang Yu's words, as long as Xiang Yu had this intention, it made him feel warm inside.
Just then, Fang Rong happened to walk out carrying a dish. When she heard what Xiang Yu said, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
She knew Xiang Yu could talk big, but this was just too much. City No. 2 was enormous, full of powerful figures, and yet Xiang Yu brazenly claimed he could guarantee her safety there—what a joke.
"Alright, you two, stop blowing your own trumpets here. Hurry up and eat, try my cooking," Fang Rong said happily.
Xiang Yu simply smiled without saying much.
Fang Kuohai then took out a bottle of wine and poured Xiang Yu a glass. Xiang Yu didn't refuse and joined him for a drink.
Fang Rong was cooking in the kitchen when the phone suddenly rang. When she saw it was her boss calling, she quickly picked up.
"Hello, Mr. Huang," Fang Rong said politely.
