"..." Jing Che's mouth twitched: "Have you forgotten? I took a bullet for him! He hasn't thanked me yet!"
"Then you go ahead and arrange to meet him yourself!"
"..." If he could arrange it himself, he would not have asked Jing Yiren to help.
Yue Feng was not answering his phone calls or replying to his messages.
To arrange a meeting with Yue Feng, he deliberately mentioned the time he took a bullet for him.
As a result, Yue Feng started responding to his messages, but mysteriously, 5 million was deposited into his account!
It seemed that Yue Feng had figured something out, he wanted to draw clear boundaries.
Last time Yue Feng had handed him a cheque, this time he likely wanted to cut off all ties once and for all, silencing him with money.
But he was reluctant to let go. He only wanted to meet Yue Feng.
His heart ached for him, constantly on his mind to the point of madness. Each night, he could only clutch a handkerchief, a memento of Yue Feng.
