Lei Ting watched as Ji Ziyin's figure disappeared, and his expression gradually turned gloomy.
"Brother Ting, do you believe what Qiao Nian said? What if she's quibbling…" A tall and thin man walked out from the shadows in the corner.
Lei Ting retracted his gaze. His tanned face was expressionless at this moment. "Whether she's lying to me or not, we'll know after we test it!"
At first, he did not suspect Ji Ziyin that much.
However, Ji Ziyin's guilt in her words and actions made him suspicious.
Lei Ting rolled up his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and ordered, "Go and prepare."
The tall and thin man bowed his head respectfully. "Yes."
He was about to leave.
"Wait a minute," Lei Ting called after him again.
The tall and thin man turned around and looked at him. "Brother Ting, do you have any other arrangements?"
