The tire had completely deflated.
As he brooded, a bright red Ferrari convertible skidded to a stop in front of him.
From inside the car, An Yan cocked an eyebrow at him. "Chat?"
Qin Song glanced at the Ferrari, then at An Yan.
He realized that the domineering female CEO who had bought the treasured jewelry from the two stores was actually An Yan.
He should have guessed it. How could such an intelligent person not see through Bai Xiaoyun's intentions?
"If you're willing to tell me who the real owner of these two stores is, and where those collectible pieces of jewelry you sold me came from, I guarantee I can help. It doesn't matter what kind of leverage someone has over you."
Qin Song gave a wry smile and shook his head. "Can you cure my daughter then?"
"What's wrong with your daughter?"
"She has a strange illness..."
「The An Family.」
Bai Xiaoyun sat in the living room, her gaze darkening as she watched the television.
