"What did Ming Mei say when you saw her?" Kang Chen's voice was cold, like a gust of winter wind seeping through the telephone and stabbing his ears. That wind, traveling through his ear canal, entered his body, leaving him chilled to the bone and painfully hungry.
Huo Er licked the corner of his mouth, his grip on the receiver gradually tightening, "Mr. Chen, I..."
"Don't tell me you don't know. That detainee is fake; you must've known already, didn't you? Huo Er, I seriously underestimated you before. I never thought you'd have the audacity... to go this far." Kang Chen didn't want to hear Huo Er's excuses. He didn't want to listen to any empty words. He only wanted to know what Ming Mei had said to Huo Er before she left.
Huo Er felt a chill settle deep in his heart. Mr. Chen knew. That meant everything he'd been concealing had been exposed.
