"Yes, Master."
Zuo Zhan respectfully complied.
He paused, then asked with confusion, "Master, does that man named Liu Bin know where Miss Qin went?"
Mu Shaochen's voice was cold as he said, "He might be the one who asked Qin Shumei for the necklace."
Zuo Zhan's eyes widened in shock as he looked steadily at Mu Shaochen's frosty and handsome face. "Master, do you mean that Liu Bin is the one who extorted Qin Shumei?"
"Possibly."
Zuo Zhan immediately promised with gravity, "Master, I will thoroughly investigate him."
Mu Shaochen nodded indifferently.
The phone rang, and when he saw the incoming call display, his face darkened again.
His slender fingers pressed the answer key, and a "hello" spilled from his thin lips, betraying no emotion.
Noon, at the clubhouse, in the private room where Mu Shaochen had gotten drunk the night before.
Su Zhicheng entered the private room and saw Fang Xiaolin standing there, her face pale.
