Ever since his translation secretary was bribed by a rival company, Li Lingyang had started teaching himself the language.
Professional terminology might still prove challenging, but simple conversations were no longer a problem for him.
Edmond swallowed nervously, but he understood that there's no such thing as a free lunch. He probed, "What do you want to ask?"
"Do you know a girl named Ningning?"
At the mention of the name, Edmond's eyes flickered with an unnatural shade, but he quickly masked it.
"Ningning? I think I've heard of her, but I can't quite recall. Is something wrong?"
Li Lingyang stared coldly at him, unimpressed with the act, and sneered, "Don't pretend. I've already discovered that you donated bone marrow at Charité Hospital. The recipient was Ningning!"
Edmond's heart clenched violently, yet he forced a laugh. "Now that you mention it, I do remember. Yes, I did donate, but to be honest, it was years ago, and the details are a bit blurry…"
"One million!"