Just as he was thinking, he unexpectedly heard, "Young Master...you...didn't you tell us to release him? He was released last night."
"What?" Nangong Yaoling's brow twitched, and his pupils instantly turned cold. "Who told you to do that!?"
The voice on the other side began to tremble, "It...was Mr. Qin...he said it was under your orders..."
Nangong Yaoling's lips curled into a bloodthirsty cold smile.
He hung up the phone.
Very well...
Now, even Qin Yi, whom he had always trusted the most, started playing tricks behind his back!
Nangong Yaoling's entire body turned icy cold in an instant.
He pulled out his phone and dialed an internal line.
"Come to my office," he said coldly.
Qin Yi hung up the phone, taking a sharp breath.
Although he had been prepared, he was still somewhat afraid to face him.
After all, the Young Master trusted him so much, he feared seeing the disappointment in his eyes.
Qin Yi stood up, clenching one hand into a tight fist.
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