Sang Yi reluctantly left the Border Factory with his bodyguard in tow.
Even after they had left the factory far behind, he kept looking back from the backseat.
Sister Qiao's return to the border after three years would probably set off huge waves among the various factions.
...
Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the conference room was slightly tense.
Li San sat at the head of the table, with Nan Xin to his left, both of them giving Li Qiao a salute in unison.
Ah Chang was very composed, standing at the door and acting as an errand boy.
Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing ahead calmly, his expression indifferent but his eyes aimlessly wandering.
"Qiaoqiao, when did you meet Sang Yi?"
After all, he was not one to be soft-hearted, most accustomed to stabbing you during a friendly chat.
A master at betrayal.
Li Qiao leaned against the chair, pondered thoughtfully for a moment, "About five years ago."
Li San's serious expression began to show cracks.
