Zhao Huai poured himself a glass of wine, "It really is like being in the company of a tiger."
"This time, things might have really gone wrong; Xiaomu had been pushed to the point of pulling out a knife."
Jiang Zhiyuan didn't dare to make any more sarcastic remarks.
"Yeah! Trouble really has erupted. But shouldn't we remind Yichen that Zhuo Wen's fiancé is from the black society?"
Zhao Huai asked again, looking at his two elder brothers.
When Jiang Zhiyuan exchanged glances with Qiao Yi, they initially wanted to say that Yichen already knew, but on second thought, with that guy currently being so furious, might he have forgotten?
They, having foreseen the danger but not informing Yichen—if something happened to Xiaomu, it wouldn't be just Yichen wanting to kill them, they'd feel compelled to take their own lives.
"Let's give him a call."
Qiao Yi, as the oldest among them, said to Jiang Zhiyuan and Zhao Huai.
