Among the intelligence Chen Nan had gathered, the root cause of his father's car accident ultimately was a phone call from Uncle Zhao that had changed his decision to go to the provincial city.
If not for that phone call, his father wouldn't have fallen into someone else's conspiracy and thus lose his life.
But...
Zhao Qian, however, said he had never made a call to his father.
That baffled him.
Zhao Qian didn't understand why Chen Nan was being so dramatic and his face showed a bit of a bitter smile, "Is there any need to lie about such a thing?"
Then he picked up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and habitually lit it, recalling aloud, "I remember clearly, the last time I met your dad was on my forty-third birthday."
"I was really happy when he suddenly showed up at the company, after all, you also know that he seldom visited the company, saying 'seeing the dragon's head but not its tail' isn't an exaggeration."
"I thought he was coming to celebrate my birthday."
