Cai Yongliang didn't say much, with a cool nod he turned and left with his subordinates, as swiftly and decisively as when he arrived.
To everyone's surprise, he didn't utter a word, carrying himself with an arrogant and egotistic demeanor.
Yuan Zhiwei didn't erupt in embarrassed fury; in fact, he let out a deep sigh of relief and almost jogged to see off the guests.
Before departing, he turned to Qin Ruan and gave her a little wink, looking as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
The ring of Qin Ruan's cellphone broke the silence—it was a call from Xu Enhao.
As soon as the call connected, the receiver crackled with an excited voice, "Miss Qin, the company is all set. We've got journalists waiting at the entrance of the Criminal Investigation Bureau. When will that little bitch Jin Ling come out?!"
Anger mixed with excitement echoed so clearly that the person standing opposite Qin Ruan could hear every word.
Changyuan's lips twitched.
Little bitch?
