"I..." Old Miao seemed deeply troubled, finally making up his mind, he said resolutely, "Jin Ye, if you absolutely refuse to agree to my request, then forgive my shamelessness. I will have to go after your wife."
"Threatening me?" Nangong Jin raised a hint of a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Old Miao, do you think too little of me?"
After speaking, Nangong Jin glanced at Xiaowu, who nodded respectfully. "Yes, Jin Ye."
Immediately, Xiaowu took out his phone, dialed, though it was uncertain whom he called, and then handed the phone to Nangong Jin with utmost respect.
Nangong Jin took the phone.
Old Miao furrowed his brow in confusion, but then heard Nangong Jin speak into the phone, "Is everything taken care of?"
Whatever was said on the other end of the call elicited a faint smile from Nangong Jin—a smile, to be honest, that was stunning.
