Zhao Ritian finally regained his senses and hurriedly replied, "Where is your boss An Qi? I need to see her!"
"An Qi is in her office, I'll let her know you're here."
After speaking, Wang Xiaolin sat down and made a phone call.
Lin Yifan, who had been lying on the couch, now sat up.
When he saw the side profile of the man sitting in the wheelchair, he felt a sense of déjà vu.
After a moment's thought, he was startled.
It was no other than Young Master Zhao, whom he had injured yesterday and extorted money from.
"What is he doing here? Could he be here to complain?"
If that was the case, Yifan was fearless because he had done nothing wrong. If it was something else, he couldn't just ignore it.
Bored, Zhao Ritian scanned his surroundings.
When he saw Lin Yifan, he was instantly frightened.
After all, this man was the God of Killing, the one who had caused the injuries on his body.
