"Hmph, Ye Tian, the one thing you've learned well is how to see guests out with tea. I warn you, Chen Pingrui has already been placed under close surveillance by the police. You'd better be careful not to get yourself involved and drag others down with you."
Watching the slim figure of Song Qian exit the room, Ye Tian let out a sigh of relief, set down the cup he was holding, rubbed his face with both hands, then leaned back on the sofa. Mulling over Song Qian's words, he tried to discern some deeper implications—Chen Pingrui was being watched by the police? Was this supposed to be a tip-off?
Such information should be confidential. Song Qian, with her strong principles, wouldn't just reveal it casually.
A smile played on Ye Tian's lips, bittersweet. If it weren't for the burden of revenge on his shoulders, they might have been good friends.
The charity auction was scheduled for the evening.