Qian Yikun returned to his office. He pulled a chair over and threw himself into it.
Now that things had developed to this point, he could completely tie Wu Biao's death to the Ding family.
However, why would the person behind it all send a message to Wu Biao? Did they not know he was dead, or did they do it on purpose?
Qian Yikun had not thought this through.
In California, United States.
A man's frowning face was illuminated by the glow from the computer screen, and the curtain was completely drawn so that he could not see what was happening outside.
"Qian Yikun has already applied to arrest Lin Xuan." The man's hoarse voice sounded in the darkness.
"She's a woman who can't do anything right." The person who spoke on the other end was still smiling.
"Can I go back to B City now?" The man raised his head, and there was no light in his eyes plagued by layers of dark circles.
