Qin Shaojin stood aside, looking at him innocently, with a different aura in his eyes.
After a long time, Jin Bo extinguished the cigarette, looked up at Qin Shaojin, and nodded.
The two exchanged glances and said nothing more.
Qin Shaojin glanced at the motion of him throwing the cigarette butt, got up, and went to the office next door.
Jin Bo watched his figure, pondering for a long time.
Trying to investigate Zhou Chuan is not easy.
On second thought, since ancient times, only those with a ruthless heart can laugh till the end; as the saying goes, a man without venom is not a real man!
Fathers killing sons, sons killing fathers, brothers slaughtering each other have not been unheard of, Yang Jian even killed his own grandson Emperor Yang of Sui—
He picked up the phone, looked at it for a while, and dialed Zhou Chuan's number.
Zhou Chuan answered, then asked softly, "Perfect timing, I was about to call you, if there's anything, just come at me, why—"
