"Who are you?"
Min Xingyu stood on the balcony, gazing at the endless stream of traffic on the street below. His expression was grave.
He had a premonition that the person on the phone was the very one he suspected.
"You've probably already guessed who I am. I'm calling today just to remind you that we're on the same rope now. I'm sure you know exactly what to do."
"Oh, right. When you have time, we can meet up for a couple of drinks and discuss what it feels like to kill someone!"
An Yixi was extremely arrogant. He sounded utterly casual, with even a hint of mocking amusement in his voice.
Staring at the phone screen showing that the call had ended, Min Xingyu's expression darkened even further.
"What's wrong? You look awful." He Meishu approached with a cup of hot coffee in her hands. Noticing his expression, she looked a little worried.
"Nothing." Min Xingyu concealed the anger and gloom in his eyes and shook his head slightly.
A faint glint flashed in He Meishu's eyes.
She knew he hadn't told the truth, but she didn't expose him.
Handing him the coffee, she gently consoled him, "Have some coffee to perk you up."
Min Xingyu gave a slight nod and accepted the cup.
*
Meanwhile, Su Qiao, who had been listening in on their call, was both surprised and delighted.
She hadn't expected her guess to be right—that Min Xingyu had really injured one of his own men by accident.
It had only been a guess, and she hadn't had any concrete evidence.
But now, things were perfect.
The evidence had been delivered right into her hands.
"Still, this probably isn't enough."
Su Qiao stroked her chin and narrowed her eyes as she pondered for a while. Soon,