Ding Hai Zhe's expression changed for a moment, then he looked shocked, "Jiang Siyan isn't dead yet?"
Xiao Wenjing stared at him coldly, "You didn't know?"
Ding Hai Zhe became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, "Is he really not dead? How is that possible? I clearly stabbed him, and you shot him in the chest; he couldn't possibly have survived!"
Ding Hai Zhe was in a panic, "If he's still alive, my life is definitely in danger, President Xiao, you have to help me!"
Xiao Wenjing looked at his cowardly demeanor and turned his gaze away, "Alright, I was just saying. After all, Jiang Siyan hasn't been seen dead or alive until now, and I'm worried he might still be hiding, waiting for the right moment."
Ding Hai Zhe let out a long sigh of relief, "President Xiao, you really scared me to death. It's been a month, is Jiang Siyan some kind of mythical figure? How could he still be alive?"
