Facing a simple English breakfast, it felt like an exquisite Italian Michelin chef's creation, and he ate it with immense joy.
While Chen Ziming was enjoying his delightful breakfast, his assistant, Assistant Song, didn't immediately execute his orders as instructed, instead reporting the matter first-hand to the generous "Mr. Lu."
This time, what he got in response wasn't the bonus transferred by Mr. Lu, but a question.
"A few days ago, was Ning Xiaofei's kidnapping related to Chen Ziming, and were you involved in it?"
When Assistant Song saw this message, he was puzzled for a few seconds, then a chill ran down his spine.
After all, this wasn't just about Chen Ziming's safety; he was involved personally. If this secret were revealed to others, if anything went wrong, his future would be ruined.
For several minutes, he hesitated, afraid to return the call.
A moment later, the phone vibrated again with a text notification.
