Can we start talking now?
Teng Yunge stared at Ning Fan, his eyes unwavering, as if he wanted to fully grasp Ning Fan's thoughts at this moment.
Ning Fan blinked and smiled, "Of course, we can start talking. You can begin, I'm listening!"
Fei Peilie, upon hearing Ning Fan's words, immediately started pacing around the room, then began doing the final checks.
Ning Fan watched his actions, while Teng Yunge also awaited the final message from Fei Peilie.
About five minutes later, after confirming there were no eavesdropping devices in the room, Fei Peilie discreetly nodded to Teng Yunge.
But just as Teng Yunge was about to speak, Ning Fan suddenly took something out; it was a recording pen.
"You don't mind if I record today's conversation, do you?"
Ning Fan shook the recording pen in his hand, which was a glaring sight in Teng Yunge's eyes.
What made Teng Yunge feel disgusted wasn't Ning Fan's desire to keep evidence, but rather the distrust from the other party.
