Hanging up the phone, Bi Xia leaned back in the swivel chair with a slight smile, gazing at the ceiling. The once-sleek white wall gradually manifested the sharp, handsome features of a young man. After a moment, he chuckled softly, "Fourth Brother…"
"Boss!"
The office door suddenly burst open as Meng Chi rushed in from outside, his expression grave as he looked at Bi Xia. "We found out some things; it's going to be tricky."
Bi Xia's starry eyes darkened slightly as he straightened up, "Speak."
"The person admitted that they were instructed by someone from Yan City to sabotage the Zheng Silk's goods. They're not sure who, but the Zheng Silk side should know."
At this point, Meng Chi frowned deeply, looking serious. "The main issue is the people they hired. They are the underground leaders from Yan City. Although their scale isn't as big as our Nine Pavilion, their main activity is smuggling."
"Details."
