The space was so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard, the confrontation silently spreading outward.
After a long while, Pei Nianchen suddenly threw the black suitcase he was holding in front of Sheng Qianchi, the coldness spreading like shattered ice, "There's a hundred million in checks inside, I'm repaying Jiayin's debt to you. Stop bothering her."
Yes, he had already investigated everything that happened at the auction, but not the secret between Gu Jiayin and Sheng Qianchi.
Sheng Qianchi glanced indifferently at the suitcase, then lifted his eyes again, laughing coldly, "In what capacity are you repaying? Brother-in-law? Or the future father of her nephew?"
Pei Nianchen's voice turned colder, "That's between her and me. We've reconciled, you have no chance to intervene, Sheng Qianchi, she's not someone you can touch."
Reconciled.
Those four words hit Sheng Qianchi's ears like a stone breaking the sky reflected in the water.
