Dai Zhiqiang wasn't surprised by the so-called 'trusted person' Li Junjie called.
After making a phone call, an expensive-looking car stopped in front of the house in fifteen minutes. A young man, who was still wearing a pair of slippers, came out of the vehicle with a panicked expression.
"Xiaoyi! Junjie!" Meng Renshu called out once he entered the house. Li Junjie waved at him from the second floor, and he hurriedly climbed up the stairs.
"Junjie, where is Xiaoyi?!"
"Sshh, lower your voice. She is sleeping now." Li Junjie glanced in Li Caiyi's direction, and Meng Renshu quickly followed. However, his expression changed into annoyance once his gaze met with Dai Zhiqiang.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with thick hostility.
"Senior Meng as well. What are you doing here?" Dai Zhiqiang asked back in a deadpan tone.
