Wang Daqiang was a bit intimidated by Mr. Fan, and Yang Fan could totally understand that.
On the outside, Mr. Fan came across as a stern and aloof person.
Even with just a few words, he could easily put someone in an awkward spot.
But this was just his exterior.
At the door of the wooden house, Yang Fan patted Wang Daqiang on the shoulder, smiled lightly, and said, "Old Wang, I get what you mean and understand why you did it. But I have to say, this kind of thing can't be figured out on your own, you absolutely need a master to guide you, or else you'll risk your life with the slightest mistake."
"I'll talk to Mr. Fan about this tomorrow, or perhaps later, to see what he thinks. He just appears hard to get along with on the surface, but he's actually very kind-hearted."
Wang Daqiang forced a smile, "Alright then... actually, I didn't want to bother anyone."
