Wang Yan's brain spun rapidly as his ideas formed little by little. However, he was not in a hurry to reveal his cards to Huang Jiajun.
The so-called "Methodical way of doing things" roughly meant that he knew what he could do, how he should do it, and to what extent he should do it.
Each had its own depth and weight, and each had its own subtlety.
Wang Yan's first sentence was just a simple test.
"Young Master Huang, your favor is not for nothing. If I don't give you something, I won't feel at ease."
Huang Jiajun looked very unhappy. He felt that Wang Yan did not treat him as a friend. "Hey! Car God, isn't this meaningless? Aren't you just saying it just for the sake of saying it?"
"A friend is a friend."