Two hours were left before the deadline set by Qian Yezhou.
Clutching her phone, Qin Youran dialed that number.
"Hello?" On the other end was an irreverent male voice.
"Lin Qiming, Mr. Lin?" Qin Youran asked politely.
"Who is this?"
Qin Youran raised her voice, "Who I am doesn't matter, what matters is, does Mr. Lin remember who Qian Yezhou is?"
"Qian Yezhou?" Lin Qiming paused upon hearing the name.
Qin Youran said, "Mr. Lin, when you extended an olive branch to Qian Yezhou years ago, he not only rejected it but also opened a law firm specifically to slap you in the face. Can you really swallow this insult?"
Lin Qiming found it interesting, "Oh? Miss, are you taking up my cause?"
