"Boss?" Chen Youzhi was so alarmed upon seeing the colors drain from He Juan's face that he couldn't help but inquire with caution, "Is there something wrong?" He turned his gaze to the paper He Juan appeared so intently focused on, but he could discover nothing for all of them were strangers. Or had He Juan seen someone he knew?
He Juan, on the other hand, couldn't hear anything past the deafening roar in his ears. A frigid numbness slithered down his spine and his skin broke out in a clammy sheen, making him shiver as the air-con's draft brushed against him.
How? His mind clamored. How had he failed to notice that Xia Weisheng was near enough to die immediately upon being attacked by Ye Hu's pheromones? Then again, their clothing store was not even situated in Yuyang— so what was he doing in this city?!
When he thought of what would have happened if He Xie was together with that man…
