On the way back to Rhine Apartments from the Ninth Branch.
Ye Wangchuan received a call from Liang Conglin. After quietly listening to him explain the situation, he hung up with a cold expression.
Gu San, who was driving in front, felt the low pressure in the car. He looked back through the rearview mirror and asked carefully, "Master Wang, what's wrong?"
Master Wang's expression was not right!
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes and rolled down the window to let the fresh wind in. His eyebrows were suppressed with hostility and coldness. After a long while, he said coldly, "Is there someone like Zhu Yuanhao in the circle?"
"Zhu Yuanhao?" Gu San did not react immediately when he heard this name.
Who was this?
He couldn't remember who the other party was for a moment, but he vaguely felt that the name was familiar, as if he had seen it often somewhere.
