Song Di took out his phone and called the bodyguard: "Xiaolun, an old drunkard has had too much to drink. Capture him and take him to our basement. Also, get his phone and keep him there."
Jin Xiangping had just sold something when he heard this. He turned around, looked at Song Di, and cursed, "You little brat, do you think you can fool me with a phone call? Let me tell you, I've been around the block for years. If you dare to trick me, and I find no one is stopping me, I'll come back right away and beat you to death!"
He shot a vicious glare at Jin Min, then turned and walked away.
Song Di said to Jin Min, "Your primary concern now is that you can't stay here anymore. I have an apartment; you can stay there for the time being. The security is excellent."
"That's not possible," Jin Min immediately shook her head. "Mr. Song, we can't afford it."
