This comment instantly rendered Yang Mengruo unable to smile.
After all, she couldn't perceive what he meant.
Unfortunately, Xiang Guocai could. "Pal." He sighed.
In order to find a way out, Xiang Guocai changed the topic. "They're true fans. I shall not go in circles any longer. You should know that the National League has begun. I've never run a club in the past either, and the company doesn't really have any good managers. If you could make some time to give us some pointers, I would remember this favor."
"Mr. Xiang." Feng Yi gave him a small smile like a fox. "Are you asking me to push aside businesses worth several thousands of millions to go guide your children?"
Xiang Guocai froze.
Feng Yi shook his wine glass. "It's not impossible."
Xiang Guocai's eyes lit up. He had already been prepared in case the other party negotiated about conditions.