Impervious to persuasion, the few hundred security guards surrounded the Qin family's villa en masse, as if they were gearing up for a group fight.
Setting aside any pride, Qin Zhongsong spoke soft words of reassurance to those men, then turned and entered the house with an ashen face.
Heading to the study, he fetched the address book and searched for a while before finding the person who had given him the house. Dialing the number, it was answered by the person's wife.
With teeth clenched in rage, Qin Zhongsong was fiercely berated by the woman on the other end of the call, who sobbed uncontrollably. Through her disjointed words, Qin Zhongsong came to learn that her husband had been imprisoned a year ago.
Numbed, he hung up the phone, staring at the address book packed with contact details, suddenly at a loss whom to turn to.
