Qiao Xiaren closed the game page directly, shut her computer, and then picked up her phone from the table to start dialing Si Limo's number. His deep, magnetic voice came from the other end.
"You shouldn't worry too much. The old man said to wait and see how these clowns plan to play out their big act. Your old man is cunning and experienced, having lived for decades more than them and eaten more salt than they've eaten rice. The whole person is shrewd, and with me here, nothing can go wrong."
Si Limo stood up, gazing out at the river scenery through the huge floor-to-ceiling window as a bird occasionally skimmed the water's surface. The view was quite spectacular.
He seemed to think of something, and a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.
Qiao Xiaren naturally trusted them, but it was a pity she wasn't home to see those people's ugly postures.
"This news must have been released by Lan Xinhan, right?"
It's said that old man Lan was so angry over there that he almost got sick.
