When Lin Jiang stopped in his tracks, Lin Qiangwei stopped too, following his gaze.
The charming smile on her face vanished in an instant.
'Of all people, why did we have to run into them?'
It was rare to see such an expression on Lin Qiangwei's face.
Pan Yongbin had been played for a fool, so he certainly wasn't the cause.
It had to be because of Pan Shengli, who was standing beside him.
"That man must be Pan Shengli."
"That's him. But it's a bit strange that the two of them are at Berkeley."
Lin Qiangwei sized up the father and son. "From the looks of it, they're probably not here for you. It seems like they're here to shop."
"It doesn't matter. Either way, they're just here to make me money."
"It's a good thing I didn't leak the news back then. This is basically like you beating someone up, only for them to turn around and hand you money."
Just as they were speaking, the Pan father and son finished their shopping.
