"Damn it!"
Outside a high-end villa by Jinling's Xuanwu Lake, Qin Lin had just treated a wealthy patient and received a hundred-year-old ginseng as payment. As he looked at the several messages Su Qian had sent to his phone, his expression turned grim, and he became furious.
What a joke. If Ma Ningyuan actually gets his hands on Lin Qingyue, I'm a dead man!
"Stall for as much time as you can! I'm rushing back now!"
After sending the grave message to Su Qian, Qin Lin sprinted to the Land Rover parked outside the villa. Every second counted. He had to get back to Hangcheng as fast as possible!
"Mr. Qin."
Wu Yuansheng hurried out from the villa. "Mr. Wei Sr. has already arranged a banquet at a high-end restaurant in Jinling. He hopes you can attend tonight so he can show his hospitality."
"If it weren't for your generous help, he probably wouldn't have survived the year!"
