Xie Qiyan, just like the elderly members of his family, was entirely supportive of his younger brother's love for Yuan Xiaoxiao and eagerly hoped his feelings would blossom into something meaningful.
"What's going on?"
Xie Qikan's brows furrowed slightly as his slender fingers tightened around the phone.
"The old man said there will be action tonight. I'm specifically here to inform you—he already knows about the incident at Xing Garden Apartment yesterday night. Tonight, he's definitely planning to inspect Jingyuan Apartment. You're aware of the old man's health condition, so you'd better figure it out. This is what I overheard downstairs in the living room before coming out."
Sitting in his luxurious CEO chair, Xie Qiyan spun around, using his long legs as leverage. His refined fingers tapped rhythmically against the chair's backrest—calm and unwavering.
