The silence on the other end of the phone felt as long as a century, but in reality, it was less than two seconds.
Two seconds later, Xi Jiu's hoarse voice echoed.
"Was it Xu Qingya who sent them?"
"Eight or nine times out of ten." Ruan Munan, injured and speaking weakly, "Even if she's not the mastermind, it definitely has something to do with her. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental? Just as you head to the charity gala, Jiang Chunian arrives right after."
Xi Jiu's eyes were dark, with a terrifying whirlpool churning deep within.
He tightly grasped the phone, his face still expressionless, yet his hand made cracking sounds.
"Got it." He heard his voice, seeming like it carried a blade made of icy cold, "Rest for now, Uncle and Aunt and I will be back soon."
With that, without waiting for Ruan Munan to reply, Xi Jiu hung up the phone.
Next to him, Ruan Fengmian and Yang Liu had already guessed what was happening at Yu Garden from Xi Jiu's expression.
