The president of Tiandong City Bank, Mo Shan, had thoughts that Yang Xiao could naturally guess.
That was why he swallowed many words because no matter what he said, it was useless.
That Mo Shan, clever as a monkey, would never do anything risky.
Even if he pressured that Mo Shan, in the end, Mo Shan would just brush it off, and he would definitely not lend a hundred billion to Chen Yufei.
Unless he used his own name, but in that case, what difference would there be from directly helping Chen Yufei himself?
So, after glancing at the time, Yang Xiao hailed a taxi and set off for Tenglong City.
Since he had promised Mo Mo that he would return as soon as possible, he would not break his word.
As for the matter of the hundred billion, there was still half a day left, and he could think of other solutions.
Thinking of ways here or back in Tenglong City was still thinking.
It's worth mentioning that during this period, Yang Xiao received several phone calls.