In the corner of his eye, he saw Yin Shixiu, with his expression still calm, his gaze still unperturbed.
Wu Rong could not have guessed at all...
Yin Shixiu had long been certain in his heart that Bai Sidong was not in their hands.
Wu Rong's lips turned pale; the call he made really had no influence on Yin Shixiu.
Yin Shixiu's every analysis earlier, he had listened to carefully.
The principle of equivalent exchange, life for a life...
But Wu Rong didn't believe Yin Shixiu would willingly risk his life for his father-in-law like that.
Then there's Su Chengji, an ordinary florist from the rural Chengdu.
And he, Yin Shixiu, the dignified Fourth Young Master of the Yin Family, the Imperial President.
The two as individuals or as groups, their values are incomparable.
Wu Rong and Yin Shixiu had been brothers and friends for many years; he naturally understood Yin Shixiu's composure and calm.
