"What's the use of talking about this now?" Zhao Ye inhaled his cigarette fiercely, "The real emergency is our accounts! All the books were kept by Old Yu back then! Although we've shut his mouth and he has handed over all the accounts to us, his very existence is a threat. If that journalist manages to find him, it will be major trouble!"
"I've already had people searching everywhere for Old Yu, including his family members. It's a race between us and the journalist to see who finds him first!" Sun Yulin said.
Zhao Ye, puffing nervously on his cigarette, asked, "Do you think Old Yu still holds a grudge against us? Could he end up giving us away?"
