After leaving, Si Junyan ordered his people, "Find out what Si Weixun is relying on. What's a washed-up uncle worth anyway? He thinks he can compete with me? If Si Yuhuan could still play the game—TSK!"
Holding ten billion, after repaying the embezzled two billion, he still has eight billion left. With money in hand, and those other things, no one can control him now, not even that person. However, those things are a hot potato. He needs to find an opportunity to get rid of them and continue making money from money. That's the way to pave a future for himself.
The assistant nodded. "Second Young Master, Miss Jiang has sent out several messages from the detention center, saying she wants to see you."
"No!"
Anger smoldered in the pit of his stomach.
"But Miss Jiang says she has important things to tell you. She hopes you'll see her one last time for old times' sake. After tomorrow, she won't have the chance to see you again."
Si Junyan felt a pang in his heart.
