"Huh!" Leng Xuan chuckled coldly to himself, not expecting that Xu Renjie was indeed the one who hired the assassin to kill him. However, what he hadn't anticipated was just how much Xu Renjie was willing to invest in the hit—he never imagined Xu Renjie would actually dish out two million just like that. He was truly quite surprised.
Xu Renjie wasn't stupid either. He quickly realized that there was no name on the note, which meant that anyone could have thrown the crumpled paper. But after reading its contents, his first reaction was to throw a shocked gaze in Leng Xuan's direction, which was a clear case of self-incrimination, wasn't it?
The thought made Xu Renjie so regretful, he felt as if his guts were turning blue. A visible cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he slowly sat down.
"Boss, which beauty wrote you this love letter?" Zhou Qiang, without any understanding of the situation, teased with a mischievous smile.
