Yan Ye released Lian Xinying's little hand and walked toward the side.
"Brother, wasn't the man who bumped into you that year supposed to get out of prison tonight? As it turned out… he was gunned down less than five minutes after his release. It just happened now… I even heard the gunshots," Jian Yu's voice carried a chilling coldness.
On the other end of the phone, the fingers of Yan Ye holding the mobile phone tightened a bit.
Lian Xinying stood not far from him and clearly saw the change in his expression.
When Yan Ye hung up and walked over, Lian Xinying immediately asked, "Is there something wrong with the company?"
Yan Ye pursed his thin lips and shook his head.
His deep gaze, however, looked toward the people in the very front row inside the auditorium.
Following his gaze, Lian Xinying saw Ke Yawen.
In fact, Yan Ye was not looking at Ke Yawen, but at Ke Yawen's father.
"Let's go in!" Yan Ye took Lian Xinying into the auditorium, heading straight for the front row.
