Bo Lin had captioned that photo with a single line: [Missing you.]
It had nearly been the death of Hua Jian.
His young body could barely withstand that kind of teasing. In the bathroom, he silently cursed himself for being so hopeless, yet he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from the photo.
Early the next morning, Hua Jian saw the good morning message Bo Lin had sent, and his mood finally improved a little.
After a shower, he felt somewhat refreshed. When he checked his phone again, he found a missed call.
"Qin Ci called me?"
Hua Jian's expression suddenly tightened.
Had Qin Ci found that person?
He immediately called Qin Ci back.
Qin Ci answered almost at once. "I need to talk to you. In person. Come see me."
Hua Jian said little, only asking for the address.
Qin Ci had arranged to meet him at a villa complex in the Southern Suburbs of the Imperial Capital.
When Hua Jian arrived, two SUVs and Qin Ci's Koenigsegg were parked outside the villa.
Qin Ci came over to open the door. As he did, he casually glanced around before looking back at Hua Jian. "Found your guy."
Hua Jian's face was tense. "Thank you, Young Master Qin."
Qin Ci yawned. "Don't get too excited. My men already gave him a little welcome before you arrived. He's stubborn as hell. Says he doesn't know anything."
The man Qin Ci had found was called Wan Xiangkai. He was the owner of the WeChat account Xiaohui had mentioned.
Wan Xiangkai looked exhausted. His face was greasy, and the dark circles beneath his eyes were frighteningly pronounced.
He crouched in a corner of the room, with four burly men sitting or standing around him.
Thud, thud!
The rather rough pounding on the