Xi Jiu's dark pupils flickered.
He lifted his head and gave Bai Yuchen a cold, sinking look before flipping through his contacts to Assistant Mu's number and dialing it.
But as soon as the call connected, he quickly hung up.
"Brother Jiu?" Bai Yuchen asked, puzzled.
Xi Jiu's brows furrowed. After some thought, he opened WeChat and clicked on the chat window pinned at the very top.
...
Inside Shen Wenqian's office, Ruan Qi was curled up on the sofa playing a game.
Suddenly, a WeChat notification sounded.
She exited the game and entered WeChat, where Xi Jiu's very unique, solid black profile picture jumped to the top.
Ruan Qi tapped into the chat window.
[Xi Jiu: Need help?]
For a moment, Ruan Qi's expression appeared bewildered.
Help?
Help with what?
She dumbly poked her forehead and silently sent a '?'.
The next second, Xi Jiu replied.
[Xi Jiu: Weibo, Hummer car accident.]
Ruan Qi suddenly realized.
She composed a WeChat message.
[Is Little Qi: Ohh, like that~]