What kind of issue?
Lushen's heart sank, and he had a bad premonition.
Sure enough—
He Huai replied, "It's about you breaking into Mingda Group and getting into a fight with someone, then getting thrown out by the security guards!"
"How do you know?" Lushen's grip on his phone tightened suddenly.
"The whole Ning City community is talking about it now, Young Seventh Uncle. Are you... still in the dark about it?"
"Damn it!" There was a loud thud as Lushen kicked over the wooden coffee table in front of him.
Shen Wan's words from earlier echoed in his mind once again—
"It's not because of this bracelet, and it's certainly not my fault, so if you're looking for trouble, you'd better figure out your target first, so you won't be made a fool of..."
"Young Seventh Uncle? Are you still there?"
Lushen breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm here." However, no matter how he listened, his voice sounded somewhat forced.
