In the video sent from Junan City, Lin Dong wore a mud-caked outdoor jacket. His hair had been cut short and stuck up like a bird’s nest. He looked far more haggard and gaunt than the last time Chen Zheng had seen him, without a trace of his former star quality.
Most of the police had already withdrawn from Weimo Mountain Resort. When the security guards stopped him, they mistook him for a homeless man who had wandered in from somewhere. He was taken to the property management center, where he asked to see the police. Li Shu hurried over, but disappointment showed in Lin Dong’s eyes. He said he wanted to see Chen Zheng, because he had important information for him.
Liu Qing’s death was merely something he mentioned to the police in passing. He said he knew everything about what happened at Weimo Mountain Resort on the eighteenth, but even though Liu Qing had been one of his earliest fans, there had been nothing he could do.
“What he wants to tell us may have something to do with Han Qu.” Chen Zheng stared at the video, his brow tightly furrowed. “He was likely in Heaven-Measuring Ruler’s hands while he was missing. Why has he come back now? Director Lu, I’m leaving right away.”
“I’m going too!” Ming Han said.
Chen Zheng stopped him. “You stay here.”
“Lin Dong is a trap set by Heaven-Measuring Ruler,” Ming Han said seriously. “You can’t go alone.”
Lu Hejing said, “Go together. You can watch each other’s backs. Bring Lin Dong back as quickly as possible, and don’t let anything go wrong.”
Since Lu Hejing had spoken, Chen Zheng did not argue further. He and Ming Han headed to Junan City once more.
Lin Dong had already revealed where Liu Qing’s body was, of all places, in a seafood cold-storage facility not far from Junan Lake. The facility was privately owned. Fearing a trap, Li Shu specifically requested support from the special police. When the owner saw so many officers arrive, his face drained of color. He kept insisting that he was only running a business, that all the equipment was rented out to individual operators, and that he had absolutely no idea what was going on.
The special police ruled out bombs, an ambush, and similar threats before Li Shu took the crime scene technicians inside. Lin Dong had not lied. Liu Qing’s body was indeed hidden in a freezer, the upper half of which was piled with fish frozen solid. Unless someone had deliberately searched for it, the body could have remained undiscovered for months.
When the body was carried out, the owner dropped to the ground and could not get a word out. Li Shu checked the surveillance recordings, only to discover that on the night of the Huo Yewei case, the cameras had been interfered with and recorded nothing. He frowned at the woman with a hideous wound across her neck and sighed. They had spent so long searching for Liu Qing, debating whether she had fled with the murderer or been silenced by him. It turned out she had already been dumped in this corner before the police even launched their investigation.
By the time Chen Zheng and Ming Han arrived at the Junan Municipal Bureau, Li Zhi was personally questioning Lin Dong. Liu Qing’s body had been thawed and was about to undergo an autopsy.
On camera, Lin Dong was calm. When Li Zhi asked about Liu Qing, he answered everything. On other subjects, he maintained his silence.
“How did you know Liu Qing was there?” Li Zhi asked. “Who killed her? And why?”
“The same killer who murdered Huo Yewei,” Lin Dong said. “Liu Qing was my fan. She hated Huo Yewei, and the killer used her.”
“You still haven’t told me who the killer is,” Li Zhi said.
“That isn’t important,” Lin Dong said. “He was just a blade, a tool. Just like me now.”
“What do you mean?” Li Zhi asked.
Lin Dong said nothing.
Li Zhi had no choice but to ask again. “Then how did you find out that Liu Qing’s body was in the cold-storage facility?”
“They told me. They told me to come and tell you.”
“Who are they?”
More silence.
“What is your purpose here?” Li Zhi asked.
“Liu Qing and her sister helped me. I didn’t want her to stay in a place like that forever.”
Li Zhi sensed something amiss. “Is that all?”
Half a minute later, Lin Dong spoke again. “That was my personal wish. But like I said, I’m just a tool. They thought that helping you find Liu Qing would make what I say next more believable.”
“What are you going to say?”
Lin Dong looked toward the door. “Has Chen Zheng arrived?”
Chen Zheng’s voice came through Li Zhi’s earpiece. “Director Li, I just got here.”
“Chen Zheng is here,” Li Zhi said, “but for safety’s sake, you can’t see him right now.”
“Is that so?” Lin Dong nodded, then turned toward the camera. “Officer Chen, are you watching? My information concerns…”
Chen Zheng tensed immediately. Lin Dong had not said the name aloud, but from the shape of his lips, it was Han Qu!
“Director Li, I need to bring Lin Dong back to Luocheng for investigation.” Chen Zheng produced a document bearing Lu Hejing’s signature.
Li Zhi also understood that Lin Dong must be involved in a case being handled at the provincial level. “I’ll arrange a special police escort.”
Liu Qing’s autopsy was under way, but Chen Zheng could no longer wait for the results. Lin Dong was led out of the interrogation room in handcuffs. From the other end of the corridor came footsteps and sobs. It was Liu Xun, her face streaked with tears. Ignoring the officers who tried to stop her, she seized Lin Dong and slapped him hard across the face. “You got Qingqing killed! You murdered her!”
Lin Dong did not resist in the slightest. His cheek grew hot and swollen. “I’m sorry.”
Liu Xun wailed even harder. Then she turned and saw Chen Zheng. “Officer Chen, my sister is dead. You never brought her back.”
Ming Han instinctively stepped in front of Chen Zheng. If Liu Xun lunged at him as she had at Lin Dong, Ming Han would push her away without hesitation.
She approached step by step. Her right hand was trembling so badly she could no longer raise it. “My sister…”
She could not finish. The hand she had lifted struck her own face instead. She sank down, covered her face with both hands, and let out a hopeless sob.
Watching her, Ming Han frowned thoughtfully. There was something strange about the impression Liu Xun gave him. He could not put it into words just yet, but he felt there was a trace of performance in her behavior.
Chen Zheng took Ming Han with him past Liu Xun and noticed that she had come alone this time. Zheng Feilong, who always followed and protected her, was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Dong opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something. Ming Han sent him a dangerous look. Lin Dong frowned, then lowered his head after a moment.
The special police dispatched two vehicles. Ming Han insisted on riding in the one carrying Lin Dong and had Chen Zheng take the other. Chen Zheng knew what he was worried about. If something happened on the way, it would be to the vehicle carrying Lin Dong.
Yet the entire journey from Junan City to Luocheng passed without incident. The night was quiet, like a sea without a single wave.
In the Mobile Unit’s interrogation room, Chen Zheng sat across from Lin Dong. Lin Dong’s lips were cracked. Chen Zheng handed him a cup of hot water, which he picked up awkwardly and drained.
“What happened to Han Qu?” Chen Zheng’s heart pounded as he asked. Lin Dong was bait Heaven-Measuring Ruler had thrown out. The fact that he was bringing news of Han Qu now very likely meant Han Qu’s cover had been blown within the organization.
Lin Dong’s eyes and the tip of his nose reddened, and tears rolled down almost instantly, as if all his earlier composure had been an act.
“O-Officer Han is dead.”
Chen Zheng’s head rang. His lips moved, but he could not make a sound.
Lu Hejing, watching the surveillance feed, was equally silent. Only a sudden flicker passed through his eyes.
“How did he die?” Ming Han’s voice sounded beside Chen Zheng’s ear, steady and composed. Chen Zheng turned toward him. He was looking at Lin Dong, his gaze as crisp and decisive as his tone.
Chen Zheng drew a deep breath and quickly brought his emotions under control.
“Officer Han was trying to save me. The fact that I’m alive means he already…” Lin Dong wiped his tears. “It’s my fault,” he said softly.
“On January thirteenth, you left home alone. Where were you going?” Chen Zheng asked.
“I got a message from Officer Han. He told me to go to Zhongcheng Street, where someone would meet me.”
“Was it really Han Qu?”
Tears streamed down Lin Dong’s face as he shook his head. “No. But by the time I realized it, it was too late. It was a trap. They wanted to use me to test Officer Han.”
Zhongcheng Street was a relatively rundown, chaotic part of Luocheng, with few surveillance cameras and tricycles and vans parked haphazardly along the road. Lin Dong found the van “Han Qu” had told him about. Two strangers were inside. He felt uneasy, but thinking that Han Qu was waiting for him, he gathered his courage and climbed aboard.
Not long after they drove off, a heavy blow to the neck knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, he was locked in what seemed to be a small-town guesthouse. There were no windows. All his identification and communication devices had been taken, and he lost track of time. Someone brought him meals. When he asked if they knew where Han Qu was, they only stared at him coldly.
He could no longer remember how many days and nights passed. Finally, one day, he was brought out and thrown into a vehicle. His eyes were blindfolded. When they stopped and he was made to get out, he heard Han Qu’s voice.
“Lin Dong,” Han Qu called.
Before he could answer, an unfamiliar male voice said, “Weren’t you going to prove you weren’t a cop? Come on, here’s the test I’ve prepared for you. Kill him, and I’ll believe you.”
Lin Dong felt as though his head were about to explode. Being unable to see only made his panic worse. He could not make sense of what was happening or who was speaking.
Everything around him was quiet. Apart from Han Qu and the speaker, others were there, but he could not tell how many. He stumbled around blindly like a fly until Han Qu caught him before he fell.
He smelled blood. Was Han Qu injured? Where? Back when Han Qu had helped him work out how to portray Yu Feng, there had never been any smell like this on him.
His tears soaked the black cloth over his eyes. He screamed in terror, “Han Qu! Han Qu! What’s going on?”
Only Han Qu’s silence and the stranger’s mocking laughter answered him.
Before long, he heard a noise, as if someone had picked something up. A moment later, something pressed against the spot between his eyebrows. He froze.
To play Yu Feng, he had learned to shoot and to disassemble and reassemble firearms. He knew what that sensation meant.
“Han… Qu…” Han Qu was going to kill him!
He fought desperately to hold back his sobs, but could not stop shaking. His mind was completely blank except for one thought: he was about to die at Han Qu’s hands!
He had always believed Han Qu was a good police officer. Han Qu really had gone undercover! Lin Dong was the useless one who had fallen into a trap. There was no way he could survive now. If he lived, Han Qu would suffer the consequences.
When the shot rang out, he thought he was dead.
But he was not. He had merely lost consciousness again. When he awoke, he was in the van that had taken him away. The driver, however, was no longer one of the original two men. It was a woman, her face completely concealed.
“Why am I…” he asked hoarsely.
“Don’t you know?” the woman said.
He jolted. “Han Qu is dead?”
“One of you had to die.”
He could not speak.
“Junan City is up ahead. Get out at the intersection and go to Weimo Mountain Resort. You should know the place well enough, shouldn’t you?” the woman said. “Your old nemesis lived there, after all.”
He listened in a daze.
The woman told him that Huo Yewei was dead, and so was Liu Qing. He was still alive because he was useful.
“Tell those police officers that Liu Qing is waiting for them in the cold-storage facility. As for Han Qu…” The woman smiled. “That’s up to you. Tell them whatever you want.”
Lin Dong was taken to the hospital for a series of physical and psychological examinations. Lin Dong’s news dealt the Mobile Unit a heavy blow: Han Qu was dead, and Heaven-Measuring Ruler had deliberately allowed Lin Dong to return alive and bring that report to Chen Zheng. That suggested the organization knew the police deployment and Han Qu’s relationship with the police inside out.
The Mobile Unit’s plans had been thrown into disarray. Lu Hejing seemed unable to accept the news. He shut himself in his office and refused to see anyone.
Chen Zheng was in very low spirits too. When Ming Han found him, he was smoking on the balcony, with a pile of cigarette butts around him.
“Eat something.” Ming Han touched Chen Zheng’s arm and offered him a still-warm rice ball. “I got it from the convenience store across the street. It’ll have to do.”
Chen Zheng accepted it, nodded, and tore at the wrapper. The scent of sauce drifted out. He took a bite, but felt a little nauseated. It was not that the food tasted bad; he simply had no appetite.
Ming Han unscrewed a bottle of apricot drink. “Take it slow.”
Chen Zheng drank half of it, then noticed Ming Han crouching to pick up the cigarette butts he had thrown onto the floor. “I’ll clean those up later,” he said quickly.
Ming Han shook his head. “Just eat.”
With the apricot drink to wash them down, Chen Zheng finished two rice balls. His stomach felt full and heavy, and that unmoored feeling finally faded.
“I’ve been thinking about whether Lin Dong might be lying, and if so, why.” Chen Zheng broached the subject himself. “If he doesn’t intend to lie, could he have been deceived instead, led to believe that Han Qu really died?”
Ming Han wrapped the cigarette butts in paper. “You think Han Qu can’t die?”
Chen Zheng frowned. “Not that he can’t die. Once an undercover officer is exposed, things rarely end well. But something about the situation Lin Dong described doesn’t add up.”
“Why?”
“Lin Dong said one of them had to die. Since he survived, Han Qu must have died. The shot Han Qu fired wasn’t meant to kill him but to save him,” Chen Zheng said. “But in those circumstances, how could Han Qu have saved him? By shooting the Heaven-Measuring Ruler people there? Then wouldn’t Han Qu himself have escaped too? By shooting himself? So Heaven-Measuring Ruler released Lin Dong and sent him here to report Han Qu’s death? To make Lin Dong credible, they even deliberately told us where Liu Qing’s body was. And that’s exactly where the problem lies. If I put myself in Han Qu’s place, under the conditions Lin Dong described, to prove I wasn’t with the police, I would have put a bullet through Lin Dong’s head without hesitation.”
Ming Han furrowed his brow but said nothing.
“Remember what Old Lu said that day about why he chose Han Qu, and how Han Qu answered? You were there too,” Chen Zheng said. “Without an unwavering resolve, he could never have taken this assignment.”
“What if Han Qu saw Lin Dong differently from everyone else?” Ming Han asked.
Chen Zheng shook his head. “No matter who it was, he’d have fired.”
“So you’re saying Lin Dong is lying.”
“What I can’t determine is whether Heaven-Measuring Ruler, or Han Qu himself, created this false impression for Lin Dong, or whether Lin Dong is deliberately lying to us. The motives on either side are hard to work out. The only thing certain is that Han Qu is in serious trouble, and for now, he can’t help us at all.”
“There’s another possibility,” Ming Han said. “Lin Dong is already one of Heaven-Measuring Ruler’s people. Only he knows what he went through while he was missing. In the end he’s just an ordinary man. He’s played a police officer, but he isn’t one, and his acting career is finished. Heaven-Measuring Ruler has more than enough power to change him.”
Chen Zheng agreed. “That’s why I think every word he says could be a trap.” He sighed. “Now that he’s in our custody, he’s actually a very difficult problem.”
Lin Dong had gradually calmed down and was resting in a hospital ward. Chen Zheng spoke to the specialist who had assessed his mental state. The specialist said Lin Dong had gaps in his memory, possibly caused by extreme fright.
“How are you feeling?” Chen Zheng asked when he entered the ward, keeping his tone as light as possible.
Lin Dong was looking at his phone. Seeing Chen Zheng, he immediately set it aside.
Because serious suspicions surrounded him, Lin Dong’s phone was being monitored, and the police had access to everything he did online. Ming Han stood before a monitor as a technical investigation officer said, “He hasn’t logged into Lin Dong’s official account. He’s using an alternate account to read news about himself…”
“Officer Chen.” Lin Dong sounded nervous. “What am I supposed to do now? I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
“Yesterday in Junan City, you insisted on seeing me before you’d talk about Han Qu. Did someone instruct you to do that?”
Lin Dong froze for a moment and looked away. “No.”
“Then it was your own idea? You trust me more than the other officers?”
“Because of Officer Han.” Lin Dong’s voice choked again. “Because Officer Han trusts you.”
Chen Zheng studied him. After several seconds, he asked, “Did Han Qu… say anything else? Your memory may not be complete. If you remember something, tell me whenever you can.”
Lin Dong nodded slightly and raised a hand to wipe his tears.
Chen Zheng handed him some tissues. After a while, he asked again, “Do you really believe Han Qu has been killed?”
Lin Dong looked bewildered. “Under those circumstances, could he possibly have survived?”
“Do you remember anything about the woman who brought you back?”
Lin Dong shook his head and gently held it in his hands. “I don’t know.”
Chen Zheng sighed to himself and, as he left, told Zhou Jue to keep a close watch on Lin Dong.
The hospital was not safe. Lin Dong needed to be moved as soon as possible. Chen Zheng discussed the matter with Tang Xiaoli, and they decided to house Lin Dong temporarily in one of the Mobile Unit’s secret safe locations and restrict him from going out.
Ming Han took Lin Dong from the hospital. Lin Dong did not say a word during the drive, as though he had lost his soul. After they arrived at the safe house, he looked around cautiously and suddenly gave a bitter smile. “The place where they kept me after they took me away looked rather like this.”
“Are you suggesting the police are no different from Heaven-Measuring Ruler?” Ming Han asked.
Lin Dong shook his head. “I understand why you’re doing this. Even I think I’m suspicious.”
Ming Han leaned against a table and studied the haggard star.
“Officer Chen asked whether Han Qu really died. At first, I didn’t understand why he would ask that.” Lin Dong gave a helpless smile. “Then I understood. I’ve been in contact with Heaven-Measuring Ruler, and I can’t clear myself of that anymore. Anything I say could be a trap they’ve laid for you. You can’t trust me.”
Ming Han folded his arms without speaking.
Lin Dong sighed. “When I got to Weimo Mountain Resort, I was thinking something very simple. I wanted to tell you immediately what had happened at Heaven-Measuring Ruler. I was desperate to take the police to the cold-storage facility and find Liu Qing. But to you, the moment I appeared meant trouble. Why am I alive? Why didn’t Heaven-Measuring Ruler kill me?”
Ming Han stepped closer, bent down, and stared into Lin Dong’s eyes from close range.
Perhaps caught off guard by how suddenly Ming Han had come so close, Lin Dong froze and instinctively leaned back.
“Don’t think about it so much.” Ming Han’s voice was cool, his eyes holding a darkness Lin Dong could not fathom. “Your job right now is to stay alive.”
Lin Dong pressed his lips together. “All right.”
“Who knows? You might still be here when Han Qu comes back.” Ming Han straightened and prepared to leave.
Lin Dong stared at him in surprise. “What did you say?”
Ming Han looked back. “Did you see Han Qu die with your own eyes?”
“I…”
“You can fool other people. Don’t fool yourself too.”
The door shut and locked. Lin Dong sat silently for a long time without moving. If his shoulders had not been rising and falling faintly with each breath, he would have looked dead.
Lin Dong’s return had disrupted the Mobile Unit’s rhythm. Chen Zheng was the first to regain his footing. Unexpectedly calm, he was reviewing the latest media reports on Yunquan Group.
Ming Han sat down beside him and watched for a while. “Yunquan Group even runs vocational schools. Quite a range of courses, too. Manufacturing, catering, agriculture, driving… Pretty much every basic area of daily life.”
As Ming Han remembered it, the old Yunquan had been an industrial enterprise. Old Master Liang was highly respected, and the group had received considerable policy support. The reason, ultimately, was that old Yunquan had objectively provided many jobs and protected the livelihoods of people at the bottom of society. After the disaster struck old Yunquan, Liang Yueze was forced to transform the company. The new Yunquan became more specialized and high-end, and its employment opportunities shrank sharply.
That was not Liang Yueze’s fault. Yunquan Group had been on the verge of collapse. Cutting off parts of it had been the only way to survive.
Yet in recent years, the new Yunquan had once again turned its attention to people at the bottom. It not only opened vocational schools; young people graduating from them could generally find jobs suited to their training. That was much like what Old Master Liang had done back then.
“Bro, are you going to see Liang Yueze yourself?” Ming Han asked.
“I’ll sound him out,” Chen Zheng said. “When it comes time for an official interview, someone else will have to handle it.”
Ming Han propped up his chin and watched him silently.
The stare was impossible to ignore. After a while, Chen Zheng finally asked, “What are you looking at?”
Ming Han smiled. “Bro, you bounced back so fast. Old Tang and our uncle still clam up whenever anyone asks them anything, and you’ve already worked out your next step and the one after that.”
Chen Zheng glanced toward the door. “Do Old Tang and our… and Old Lu know that’s what you’re saying about them?”
“They’re just not as steady as you. It’s not like I’m wrong. People get older and lose their composure.”
“They have concerns of their own,” Chen Zheng said. “Unlike us, they have to look at the bigger picture. We only need to do what’s in front of us.”
Ming Han leaned back, folded his hands behind his head, and said, “I thought you’d stay anxious and depressed for a while. I was even planning to shower you with a little warmth and care.”
Chen Zheng paused and met his gaze. Ming Han’s eyes were clear. They always looked like that when he looked at Chen Zheng. He knew what Ming Han was worried about.
“Someone once said I’d had it too easy, and that was why I couldn’t handle setbacks.” Chen Zheng stood and lightly tapped Ming Han on the head with the notebook in his hand. “Well, now I know what hardship feels like. If I still can’t lift my head after taking a blow, then what was the point of everything I went through before? Don’t worry. Follow my lead this time, and I won’t let you down.”
Yunquan Group’s new headquarters was imposing. It had been completed five years earlier. Chen Zheng had passed it many times but had never once gone inside.
Liang Yueze was at headquarters today. He had a meeting in the morning and apparently planned to leave in the afternoon. Businesspeople kept tight schedules. Chen Zheng found an opening and contacted Liang Yueze’s secretary, Xiao Wen, directly to ask if there was time for a meeting at noon.
Xiao Wen knew Chen Zheng and was puzzled that he had contacted the secretary rather than Liang Yueze himself. He promptly passed along the message. Liang Yueze put aside his work, seemingly confused too. “Chen Zheng is looking for me?”
Five minutes later, Chen Zheng received a call. “Zhengzheng, you’re here? Why did you call Xiao Wen instead of calling me?”
“Half personal, half official. Do you have time?” Chen Zheng asked.
Liang Yueze seemed to have guessed. “Official? Is there a case you need my cooperation with?”
“Not exactly. I just wanted to give you a heads-up first.”
Liang Yueze fell silent, then laughed. “I know you better than that. What heads-up? Xiao Wen will come and get you right away. We’ll talk when we meet.”
While waiting downstairs for Xiao Wen, Chen Zheng saw Liang Yueze coming down himself. He was just finding that odd when a second glance told him this was not Liang Yueze after all. It was Liang Yueze’s aunt’s son. Chen Zheng thought his name was Xie Yiliang.
“Brother Chen?” As soon as Xie Yiliang spoke, the resemblance between him and Liang Yueze vanished. He leaned dramatically to the right, every inch the wealthy young playboy, and even swept a hand through his hair. “It really is you! Here to see my cousin?”
Chen Zheng smiled. “What a coincidence. Long time no see. Are you here today to…?”
“Ha, came along with my mom to take care of a few things.” Xie Yiliang approached with easy familiarity. “Brother Chen, what have you been up to all these years? Come on, I’ll buy you coffee.”
“Another day. I’m waiting for Yueze’s secretary.”
“You’ve honored him with a visit and he can’t even come down to greet you himself? I’ll tell my mom to have a word with him!” Xie Yiliang huffed.
Chen Zheng did not know this younger cousin of Liang Yueze’s very well, but they had played together when they were younger. Xie Yiliang was five years younger than both Chen Zheng and Liang Yueze. As a child he had boundless energy and was always clinging to Liang Yueze. Tired of him, Liang Yueze would send him off to play with the twins. Chen Zheng remembered one occasion when the twins actually dug a pit and “buried Xie Yiliang alive.”
Chen Zheng and Liang Yueze rushed over and pulled Xie Yiliang out. He bawled so loudly it seemed to shake the sky and demanded to tell his grandfather. Only after Liang Yueze promised to play with him for a whole month did he agree, caught between tears and laughter.
Afterward, Liang Yueze scolded the twins. Liang Xinqing wheedled that Xie Yiliang was always exaggerating. They had not “buried him alive” at all. Everyone was playing at digging in the pit, and Xie Yiliang had insisted on lying down in it, so they had poured soil over him.
Chen Zheng laughed beside them. The twins liked cleanliness, but Liang Xinqing loved digging in dirt. The family had even made a special dirt pit for her, and Liang Yueze had joined her in it before.
Xie Yiliang never learned his lesson. Before long he was happily playing with the twins again.
In Chen Zheng’s memory, Xie Yiliang was Liang Yueze’s little shadow. The Liang family resemblance was strong. Xie Yiliang looked less like the Xie family and more like Liang Yueze, which might have been one reason he was so close to him.
Xiao Wen had not come down yet, so Chen Zheng continued chatting with Xie Yiliang. Xie Yiliang worked in his family’s business as a junior supervisor with little to do, and he was a well-known rich second-generation heir in Luocheng. He complained that lately his mother had been visiting Yunquan frequently and kept bringing him along.
“It’s exhausting! Can’t I just be a spoiled rich kid in peace?” Xie Yiliang said, stretching.
Chen Zheng was somewhat surprised. As far as he knew, Liang Yueze’s aunt Liang Huiting had seldom involved herself in Yunquan Group after marrying. Why had her dealings with the company suddenly become so frequent?
Just then, Xiao Wen jogged over. “Mr. Chen!”
Chen Zheng smiled at Xie Yiliang. “I’ll be going now.”
Xie Yiliang was not done talking. “Next time, I’m buying you coffee!”