Liang Yun rose to her feet, nodded, and departed. After tonight, she could have no further involvement with this man; this was the red line.
The Xu family was indeed out of reach.
Wenye was his last straw; if he really made a move, he could dig up the Liang family's past eighteen generations and pin fabricated charges on them.
Wait until Miss Liang had left cleanly.
The man pushed aside the astronomical telescope and glanced at his cell phone.
A string of numbers he'd never recorded before was calling—only a few people knew his cell phone number.
He slid his finger across the screen, and answered.
On the other end, someone was instructing, "Is Leh Ying your woman? She's been hospitalized for seven days, feverish, not acclimatized."
The man chuckled.
"Is she dead?"
"..." Brother Biao obviously paused, then carefully replied with two words, "Alive."
But Xu Jingxi was more concerned about something else: "What have you found on Liu Huaiying?"
