Jin Zongquan knew that he had been presumptuous.
He had been completely fixated, obsessed with establishing a connection with the Zhennan Prince. In his eagerness, he had ignored the vast gap between their statuses and had likely earned the man's disdain. What, what should I do now? Jin Zongquan was filled with regret, his entire body trembling violently.
After a moment, Chen Yang finally withdrew his gaze. As for the sixty million, he would have Yang Hu transfer it to Jin Zongquan later, along with the money for the car. It's better to keep my distance from people with such obvious ulterior motives.
PHEW.
Jin Zongquan let out a huge sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground. The sharp, oppressive aura coming from Chen Yang was simply terrifying.
He hadn't felt this heart-pounding, helpless terror in many years. Chen Yang just stood there, yet he felt like a great mountain was looming over him, crushing the very air from his lungs.
