"Don't think I don't know who's behind you! If I help you, it means I'm helping the person behind you, getting involved in your political struggles for no reason! I am a businessman, what do you think I could get from helping you?!" Ling Tian'ao asked coldly, hooking the corner of his lips.
Indeed, Ling Tian'ao's words left Mr. Weiman speechless.
Ling Tian'ao had already sold the arms to him, and his arms were seized by the ruling party; indeed, he couldn't expect Ling Tian'ao to offer help!
"Young Master Ling, I dare not complain about you! I also understand why you refused to help at first! But this time, it's Mr. Dylan who asked me to find you, please read the letter in your hand!"
Ling Tian'ao read the letter at a glance, took out a lighter, and directly burned the letter in his hand.
"Go back and tell Mr. Dylan, I will not help with this matter." Ling Tian'ao refused.
