Chapter 147
"Hmph, Ye Tian, the one thing you’ve learned well is how to see guests out with tea. I warn you, Chen Pingrui has already been placed under close surveillance by the police. You’d better be careful not to get yourself involved and drag others down with you."
Watching the slim figure of Song Qian exit the room, Ye Tian let out a sigh of relief, set down the cup he was holding, rubbed his face with both hands, then leaned back on the sofa. Mulling over Song Qian’s words, he tried to discern some deeper implications—Chen Pingrui was being watched by the police? Was this supposed to be a tip-off?
Such information should be confidential. Song Qian, with her strong principles, wouldn’t just reveal it casually.
A smile played on Ye Tian’s lips, bittersweet. If it weren’t for the burden of revenge on his shoulders, they might have been good friends.
The charity auction was scheduled for the evening.
All afternoon, people continued to trickle in. Ye Tian peered out the window at the luxury cars lining up at the door, pondering Song Qian’s words while considering whether he might really get himself involved. The scales of equal exchange began to tip in his mind.
Zhang Houtu had no interest in such scenes. He would much rather stand beside the old master on the observation deck, watching a vast army of steel warriors and tanks and planes advancing together, dust swirling, the west wind sweeping across—now that was a true spectacle. After lunch, stifled by staying indoors, Zhang Houtu decided he needed some fresh air, but not knowing anyone outside, he eventually resolved to visit Ye Tian’s room.
Their rooms were next to each other. The hallway was brightly lit with a white color scheme—Zhang Houtu, feeling out of place, shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and knocked on Ye Tian’s door.