The Mainland Grand Theater was only recently completed—how could such a major accident happen already? The timing was way too "coincidental."
Yan Kejun focused, and a bad premonition suddenly surged up in his heart.
The next second, something suddenly occurred to him.
His narrowed dark eyes snapped tight, then shrank; the next moment, he grabbed the car keys from his desk and strode out of the office.
...
South Suburb Rich Area, in a standalone villa by the lake.
In the spacious study, Yan Zhengxiong sat upright in front of the sofa, savoring the freshly brewed Da Hong Pao from the teapot.
The door was pushed open and his assistant walked in.
"Chairman, the matter has been taken care of."
Yan Zhengxiong's hawk-like eyes instantly lit up, and a cold, conspiratorial smile surfaced on his face.
"Hmph!" He let out a snort through his nose. "This time I want to see what solution Lu Jihan can possibly come up with to break this dead end."
