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"Mr. Jiang, don't worry, the person has been caught and can't escape."
A very ordinary small restaurant.
The almighty Young Master Ye picked up a peanut with his chopsticks and tossed it into his mouth.
"Young Master Ye, how did you know that Qiu Zhaobin was a problem?"
Jiang Chen, gripping his chopsticks, couldn't help but voice the confusion in his heart.
Qiu Zhaobin had left the hotel at noon, at which time Ye Tingxuan was in a meeting at the security bureau just like them, and hadn't shown any signs of abnormality.
If it weren't for Shi Qianxi's unexpected move, breaking open Meng Jiye's plaster on his leg, perhaps no one would have suspected that assistant by now.
Why could this Young Master predict the enemy's movements "beforehand"?
"Ha."
Ye Tingxuan cracked a smile, raised the disposable cup of beer to Jiang Chen, gulped it down, and then exhaled with satisfaction.
