They thought it was just a story, but unexpectedly, they encountered a real case in reality.
Zheng Xinxi looked at his attire, sighed with a complex expression.
Being mistaken for a gambling addict was fine; at least he wouldn't be recognized for who he really was.
"Mr. Lin, may I ask you a question?"
Zheng Xinxi dialed Lin Beichen's number and asked immediately.
He wanted to test the waters. If Lin Beichen had clear instructions concerning Zheng Yaxin, he wouldn't bring it up again. But if not, he thought Zheng Yaxin was the best candidate.
If not counting past grievances, Zheng Yaxin was actually more suitable to be Lin Beichen's spokesperson.
"Are you trying to ask about Zheng Yaxin?"
Just as Zheng Xinxi was thinking, a voice came through the phone as though it was prophetic, already knowing exactly what he intended to ask.
Zheng Xinxi felt a sharp jolt in his heart, his hand holding the phone trembled suddenly, almost dropping it.
