Biting her lips, Tang Ziqing hung up the phone and turned back helplessly, her expression dim, not knowing what to say.
Nolan Hui nudged her with her elbow and looked at her, asking with her eyes what exactly had happened. This guy named Feng Zhiming was clearly no good person; he had looked her way more than once.
"How about it? Finished your call? What did your brother say? Where is he now?" Feng Zhiming leaned back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
"He... I don't know." Tang Ziqing's voice trembled as she spoke the truth.
Tang Ziqing really knew nothing. Tang Yao's financial chain had had issues for a long time. He heavily extorted dues from association members and collected protection fees like crazy just to fill the huge gaps in his finances. Even without Yang Fan's involvement, Tang Yao would have run away sooner or later.
