"Qingqing, this incident happened three years ago, and I'm afraid Yan Ye has long forgotten about it. Last night, I sent my trusted men, and they said they didn't see anyone from Yan Ye lurking nearby," Ma Kangda lit a cigarette, his eyes squinting like an eagle's, looking quite content.
Yan's mother's eyes lost their color, and she shook her head, continuing, "I understand Yan Ye. He is meticulous in his actions. He may have been investigating this matter all along."
"But now the person has been dealt with by me. Even if he wants to investigate, there are no witnesses left," Ma Kangda's voice rose a few notches, full of confidence.
Though Yan's mother felt uneasy, she still wanted to believe that things were moving in a direction that was beneficial to her.
