Zang Ao's words had barely settled when silence fell around them, and everyone's hearts leaped to their throats. Ye Wutian's fate was all too predictable, and people even conjured up images of his gruesome death in their minds.
Little Qiang followed the direction Zang Ao had indicated and saw the young figure in the distance.
At first glance, the figure seemed somewhat familiar. Squinting his eyes for a closer look, Little Qiang nearly bit his tongue in shock.
He couldn't believe the figure his eyes saw. He raised his hand to rub his eyes and looked again, but the familiar face hadn't changed at all.
Little Qiang swallowed and mumbled to himself, "Could it be that because I was worried about the boss last night and didn't sleep well, I'm having hallucinations?" With that, he turned his head towards Yang Zhenghe next to him and said with astonishment, "Uncle Zhenghe, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, I think I saw Brother Tian's figure."