Lin Yi came out of the building and got into the car.
Just as he fastened his seatbelt, the phone in his pocket rang.
It was a call from Zhao Yuhuan.
But as soon as he answered the call, he heard Zhao Yuhuan's sobbing.
"What's the matter? Don't cry."
"Lin Bro, I've been threatened. They told me not to investigate Chuangrong's matter anymore."
"Someone threatened you?" Lin Yi's expression changed, "Give me the address, I'll come to see you, we can talk slowly face-to-face."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi received the location sent by Zhao Yuhuan and accelerated towards it.
The distance between them was not far, and he arrived in just over twenty minutes.
From a distance, he saw Zhao Yuhuan standing at the door.
Lin Yi parked the car in front of her. Zhao Yuhuan opened the car door, got in, and the traces of tears at the corner of her eyes were not yet dry.
"Stop crying, tell me slowly what happened."
