She had never liked the commoner princess of the Shen family. There was no conflict between them, but she just felt that she looked too fake.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that that woman is not as good as Gu Liangyan. It’s just that her extremely smart and good brother has bad eyesight.
Forget it, Shen Qingyu is already dead. Li Wanmu doesn't plan to say anything more about the dead person.
After finishing the wine in the glass in one gulp, she swallowed the words in her stomach and headed towards the third floor without looking back.
The chatter disappeared, and naturally there were servants waiting to serve Miss Li on the third floor.
An Hai picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass for Li Jingyuan and himself.
The two clinked glasses. There was no distinction between superiors and subordinates when drinking. An Hai had no one to talk to in Anyang. Li Jingyuan rescued him and gave him a new identity. Sometimes the two of them would drink a few drinks easily like this.
It's just that the amount of information today was a bit difficult to digest, and he wasn't as relaxed as usual.
Li Jingyuan squinted and took in An Hai's expression, and said, "Situ Lang specifically wants to see you first before he is willing to provide information about the new master. Seeing that you are so nervous, what did you talk about?"
An Hai swallowed the wine in his mouth and said, "New Master."
"Have you seen him?" Li Jingyuan paused for a second before continuing to pour the wine.
An Hai frowned and shook his head: "No. When I left, the master was still the old King of Hell. I had never heard that he had a son. I never thought that he would be shot to protect his son."
Then he laughed extremely sarcastically, "How can people in our profession allow themselves to have weaknesses?"
The old King of Hell raised him since he was a child, and although it was this man who finally ordered his death. An Hai never thought that this man, who was as terrifying as the King of Hell in hell, would eventually die in this way.
"People like us must not have weaknesses!" This is what the old King of Hell said to An Hai most often.
How can a desperado, a puppet who can never live uprightly in the sun, be worthy of the girl he likes? For some reason, Liu Xinru's stubborn and tenacious face flashed before An Hai's eyes...
He quickly shook his head, and the portrait finally faded away.
The Li Jingyuan in front of him still had a cold and handsome face. He listened thoughtfully to An Hai's words, and something was beating in his chest.
Weakness?
emotion.
This kind of thing is not something only people like An Hai cannot have.
The man shook the wine glass in his hand and motioned for An Hai to clink the glass. The latter picked up the glass and tipped it over without hesitation.
Li Jingyuan took out his mobile phone, pressed a certain number, turned on the loudspeaker button, and placed it on the table.
After the phone beeped twice, Situ Lang's joking voice came.
"So impatient! Mr. Li, you have changed."
Li Jingyuan was not in the mood to joke. He said coldly: "I will satisfy your request. Sell me all the information you know. The money in that card will be enough for you to play for a while."
After a while, a laughing voice came from the other end of the phone.
Situ Lang mocked: "Generous and generous! As expected of Mr. Li! But I still have a question. If I don't ask it clearly, I will feel really uncomfortable! Mr. Li, you are really just treating your new wife because of your ex-wife's illness." Master, are you so curious? Didn’t your ex-wife kill your childhood sweetheart, and I heard she was jailed for four years. Are you so active in treating her now? That’s ridiculous!"
The air seemed to freeze instantly, Li Jingyuan said nothing, and An Hai raised his eyes unconsciously.
I saw this man was the same as before, with his hands clasped together, his expression cold, and no other emotions could be seen.
For a long time, his low and hoarse voice stretched out, giving people an inexplicable and deep sense of oppression.