“You’d better give me a reasonable explanation for this.” Yan Cheng knew that Ah Tai would never call him unless there was something urgent he needed. He picked up the phone and closed the door, walking towards the living room window.
His beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked over the scenery outside with a straight face.
He could vaguely hear some muffled noise from the other end of the phone.
Ah Tai took a long breath and was silent for a moment before saying calmly, “Boss, Zhou Chao is dead.”
Who knows if it was because of the wild road that Ah Tai was on in his early years, getting him used to seeing certain things. So, he was calm as if he was just facing a dead fish when he informed Yan Cheng of Zhou Chao’s death. If possible, he may even wonder whether he should braise or steam the fish.
And his boss was no different.
When Yan Cheng heard what Ah Tai said, his first reaction was: None of my business!
In fact, he really does say that.
There was not a hint of aggression in his husky, tired voice.
He was already cut off from this group of people who liked provoking people when they were bored. What’s more, he was just someone insignificant. Whether they were dead or not bothered him none in the slightest. “Ah Tai, when did you get so interested in gossiping?”
It was a bright night out with the moon and countless stars dotting the sky.
Yan Cheng raised his head in a bad mood, looking at the flickering lights. He suddenly thought of waking up Chen Jinyao to watch the stars with him.
“…” Ah Tai was still thinking about how to say what he wanted to say, but it ended up being taken as if it were just a joke. There was no need to ease him into the topic, he just laid everything out on the table. “Boss, Zhou Chao came to Er Pavilion before he died.”
Yan Cheng frowned. He moved his phone to his other hand and pressed it against his ear. Pursing his lips, he did not speak.
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