Jian Jin's name danced across the phone screen.
Qiao Nian didn't pick up. After hanging up, she took out her WeChat and sent a message to her saying that she would be right there. She put her phone in her pocket and looked at the man in front of her. "Jian Jin is here. Let's go over."
Lu Zhi knew her personality. After speaking to her, he looked at the Jiang family standing not far away.
He didn't waste any time. His gaze landed on Jiang Yao and he said indifferently, "Are you from Tian Chen?"
Under his gaze, Jiang Yao's neck felt like it weighed a thousand kilograms. He was suppressed by Lu Zhi until he couldn't raise his head.
Lu Zhi didn't do anything, but he was already at a disadvantage.
"Yes, I'm—"
Jiang Yao hadn't finished introducing himself when Lu Zhi tapped his fair fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair and interrupted him, "When did the threshold of Tian Chen become so low that any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter?"
