Yang Jiahao's shirt was already soaked with sweat as he left his father's side.
He stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and took a hard drag before raising his hand to beckon Ah Fei.
Ah Fei had been standing by the door, and when he saw the older brother signal, he ran over as fast as he could.
"Brother."
Yang Jiahao nodded, and said softly, "The old man wants to find the real culprit, get someone for him."
His tone was gentler than it had ever been.
But this made Ah Fei shiver.
Ah Fei knew his brother well; the gentler Yang Jiahao spoke, the worse his mood was.
Like now, Ah Fei had only heard this tone the night Yang Jiawen became deputy manager of the company.
He wasn't foolish enough to ask questions at this time. Holding back a belly full of confusion, he immediately agreed.
Though he really had no idea how to handle this task.
All he knew was how to cut people down, not how to find out who did the cutting.
