Lu Jihan smiled faintly, the deep amber of his eyes glinting with a cold, severe light.
"..."
Yan Zhengxiong bit down on his thin lips, his face turning green.
But for the sake of his pride, he could only sit back down again.
He secretly pulled out his phone, wanting to call his bodyguard, but the voice coming from the receiver was that mechanical female prompt: "The number you have dialed is currently on another call."
Looks like that idiot still has no idea he's being bugged.
Damn it!
Meanwhile, that bodyguard was still on the line: "Good that nothing's wrong, but you still need to be careful. This accident at Mainland Theater was something Chairman Yan has been planning for half a year. It took ages to finally get this chance, so don't you dare screw it up!"
Boom—
Everyone present, upon hearing this, started exclaiming in shock.
