At this moment, Yin Changhe is at He Residence.
He knelt in front of He Jitang, pleading miserably, "Young Master Jitang, you must help me this time!"
The study was dim and gloomy.
Under the light of the palace lantern, the mole at the corner of He Jitang's eyes looked as red as blood.
Compared to Yin Changhe's disheveled appearance, He Jitang seemed calm and composed.
He toyed with a matchbox in his hand, lightly striking it.
A flame lit up.
He Jitang smiled faintly, "Who was it that said one seeks wealth at the risk of danger? Now, what, you want to shrink back like a coward?"
Yin Changhe's pupils dilated, "How much have I done for Young Master Jitang, and you treat me like this?"
He went mad, wanting to go down together in ruin with He Jitang!
He Jitang kicked him over, pinning him down by the chest, coldly sneering, "Your son, he is the biggest obstacle!"
Yin Changhe glared at him deathly.
