Hearing the name "Boss Xue," Ye Qing's face changed instantly.
He stepped forward swiftly, grabbed the man by the collar, and lifted him with one hand: "Where is Xue Miaomiao?"
Jiang Yan's brow furrowed as well.
Knowing she was Jiang Yan didn't matter.
But the fact that the other party specifically mentioned "Anming" required careful consideration.
Seeing the man biting his lips tightly and staying silent, Ye Qing's tone became heavier, "Answer me."
After speaking, he casually tightened his grip on the man's collar, and one of his fingers oppressively pressed against the man's Adam's apple.
The man's breathing became difficult, and he felt like vomiting.
Soon, a puce hue surfaced on his cheeks, blackened by the cold, "I, I don't know."
Jiang Yan pulled out a sharp dagger from her bag and "chua" sliced through the man's clothes.
The tip of the knife cut through layers of clothing and left a bloodstain of several centimeters on the skin below the man's neck, "Ow!"
