No Chances Left
Zhou Yan's brows were furrowed. His eyes were deep and his fingers were pinching the bridge of his nose. He was severely displeased.
"Did the old man really say that?" he asked, his voice so cold that it felt as if someone found themselves on a Millennium-old glacier.
"He did," Lin Qiang said with a low voice, nearly not daring to breathe loudly. He could sense the anger, that Zhou Yan was trying his best to suppress, was very close to exploding.
"That bastard!" Zhou Yan could not help but swear, his words making Lin Qiang stunned. Zhou Yan had always respected his grandfather. He had never gone against his words before, nor had he ever swore at him, but now he had called him a bastard. This proved just how furious he was.
"Call Han Qingshan." Zhou Yan gave an order, and Lin Qiang quickly found the phone and dialed Han Qingshan's number before handing back the phone to Zhou Yan.
The phone rang a few times before Han Qingshan answered it.