"Fuck! Am I hearing things? Did Secretary Qiao just call him Boss Chen?"
"Oh my god! Could this Chen Xiaobei be *that* big shot?"
"Impossible! Didn't my husband say the big shot was an old man?"
Hearing the crowd's murmurs, Shen Yue began to question reality.
"He Yang! Speak up! What the hell is going on?" Shen Yue desperately shook her husband's arm. A cold dread washed over her, and she nearly wet herself.
He Yang's face turned shades of green and purple, and he was utterly at a loss for words. The truth was, he had never actually met Chen Xiaobei; he was just repeating rumors he'd heard from others in his field. Besides, in his opinion, Chen Xiaobei's bumpkin-like appearance made it impossible for him to have any connection to the big shot. That was why he'd dared to spout such nonsense. But who could have ever expected such a coincidence?
