Young Master Hai narrowed his eyes: "Don't misunderstand, this isn't a client of mine, it's a girl I fancy. Messaging her won't interfere with our business."
His first reaction was to assume Nalan Ye Jue was unhappy about him taking on a job.
But who knew.
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-robed man's tone turned even colder: "Delete it!"
Uh...
He wants him to delete it?
So it's not a business matter?
Young Master Hai had a mind as sharp as a seven-orifice exquisite heart, immediately guessing a bit, and laughed: "Alright, alright, I'll delete it."
There was no choice; his life was still in the other's hands.
He didn't even know what tool the other was using, a thin piece at the back of his neck, like a scalpel, ready to slice his throat at any moment.
After deleting the message he was about to send to Qin Xin, Young Master Hai waved his phone: "Boss, satisfied now?"
His tone was insouciant, showing he was a little afraid but not deathly scared.
