As the knife-scarred man was about to turn and leave, Deng Qingjiang called him back, "Scar, listen carefully, be cautious, don't let her find out, don't startle the snake. Otherwise, if you ruin my plans, don't expect to get a penny."
"Got it, Brother Deng, don't worry. We'll just make sure to keep our distance."
The knife-scarred man pushed open the door and left. Only then did Chen Kaijin come in holding a cup of tea, having been making red tea in the living room.
Deng Qingjiang looked up at her and gave a disdainful smirk, but immediately hid it when she glanced over.
"Qingjiang, you're always hanging out with these people. Aren't you worried something might happen? That knife-scarred guy looks like a money-grubber, definitely no good."
Chen Kaijin placed the tea in front of him and sat down across from him in a chair.
