"Wenhao, thank you. I really didn't know what to do. Thank goodness you helped me. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."
"With how close we are, why are you thanking me? If anything else comes up, just come to me."
"Okay."
They chatted a while longer, and before hanging up, Li Wenhao made sure to curse Jiang Xun out a few more times.
After the call ended, however, Jiang Zixing's expression remained grave, his gaze wandering uneasily.
Although his parents and eldest brother had forgiven him for secretly transferring money to Jiang Yongqiang, he had spent all this time on edge, terrified that the truth would ultimately come out.
Only he and Jiang Yongqiang knew about that incident. The only solution was to make sure Jiang Yongqiang could never talk.
Meanwhile, having confidently promised to handle it, Li Wenhao immediately contacted his connections to track Jiang Yongqiang down.
But after several days of searching, he still couldn't find the man. Apparently, that scumbag had lost at gambling and owed several million to loan sharks. He was probably scurrying from one hiding place to another like a sewer rat, too scared to show his face.
Jiang Xun put the recording aside for the time being. He was in no rush.
Dealing with Fu Yanli alone was enough to leave him mentally exhausted. Add finals to the mix, and he was practically wrung dry.
To avoid failing his finals, Jiang Xun had been studying hard these past few days, leaving early and coming back late, spending every day in the library.
Of course, part of the reason was to avoid Fu Yanli.
Living under the same roof had been fine when he hadn't known what the man was thinking. Now, Jiang Xun felt that even a casual glance from Fu