On the other side, Li Huan carefully helped Gong Chenqing clean his wound.
"It's nothing serious."
Gong Chen let out a grunt and lit a cigarette.
After a moment of silence, Li Huan gave a bitter smile. "You guessed that he would go find Song Wanqiu, right?"
"Mm."
A light mist of smoke added a touch of gloom to the office.
Li Huan sighed, "I'm sorry. I have no face to beg you for mercy anymore, I've talked to my mother about this, and she just feels sorry for you, for not being able to discipline Li He properly."
Gong Chen flicked the cigarette ash. "No need to say anymore. Apologize to me when the person is brought back."
Li Huan paused, realizing from Gong Chen's words that Li He still had a chance to return alive. He couldn't push further.
But there was something that puzzled him.
"Your wedding, with guards inside and out, how did Li He manage to rush in on a motorcycle? Did you do that on purpose?"
Gong Chen lifted his gaze, his deep eyes said it all.