Li Zhaoming, witnessing Wang Shengli's dog-like deference towards Ye Xunhuan, sat in Wang Shengli's car with a very ugly expression on his face.
"Shengli, who exactly is that young man?"
"Who?" Wang Shengli's expression grew grave.
As for who Ye Xunhuan was, he truly didn't know. The only thing he knew was that some questions should not be asked.
"Yes!" Li Zhaoming said emphatically. "Please, could you tell me?"
"You are not thinking of helping your nephew take revenge, are you?" Wang Shengli took a deep breath and said, "I advise you not to provoke him!"
"Otherwise, everything you have now will disappear!"
"What do you mean by that?" Li Zhaoming's brows furrowed slightly.
He was extremely curious about Ye Xunhuan's identity, but he had never had the chance to ask before, and, being a tactful man, he knew what the best course of action was under those circumstances. He decided to inquire about Ye Xunhuan's identity later.
