Yan Kejun did not bother with pleasantries and straightforwardly pulled out an envelope.
He mimicked Lu Jihan's style, casually tossing the envelope in front of him. With a 'thud,' the thick envelope was thrown to the ground.
"Take a look yourself."
Yan Kejun placed his hands in his pockets, striking a superior pose.
Lu Jihan wasn't angry. At the moment, he was at a disadvantage, so naturally, he feigned weakness, waiting for the opportune moment to escape.
Thinking of this, he slipped one hand into his pocket, touched his phone, and quickly dialed a shortcut key, keeping the phone connected.
Simultaneously, he bent down to pick up the envelope Yan Kejun had thrown to the ground.
He opened the envelope and pulled out some photos and newspapers, similar to what he had seen last time—reports of the car accident involving Yan Kejun's parents years ago.
