"Who is he?"
Qi Yongchun froze, a bad premonition suddenly emerging.
Words spoken by different people can carry entirely different meanings.
"I heard you were treating this matter seriously, and several people called me."
He Jiaxing was holding a teacup, sipping lightly as he said,
"By the way, there's something I forgot to mention. They called on my private number. Think about it—who could reach me through my private number?"
Snap—
The teacup in Qi Yongchun's hand fell to the floor and shattered.
His entire body stiffened on the sofa, motionless, unsure of what to do.
"What, what did they say?"
"That man called Lin Yi, you can't touch him."
"Can't touch him? Could it be that he..."
"Come with me. I'll show you something, and you'll understand."
Saying this, He Jiaxing stood up and walked to the window.
Qi Yongchun, trembling, also got up from the sofa and shakily stood beside him.
When he looked down, he staggered.
