Conspiracy
Editor: Henyee Translations
The sun in the city at the end of September was still scorching. The sunlight was so bright that it was blinding.
Ye Zhifan, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, lowered his eyes and said with a gloomy look, "The capital city is now under control. Brother-in-law, why are you going to the capital city now? Don't tell me that you went there to watch the celebration!"
"Hey, Second Brother, you're indeed a high-ranking official! How can you guess that?" Ever since his identity was restored, Sun Yaozu had been leading a comfortable life. He was full of fat. He was afraid that other people wouldn't know that he was a wealthy person. There was a gold chain around his neck that was as thick as his little finger. As he bent down and sat down, the gold chain hung down from the side of his neck and shone brightly.
He sat down and winked at Ye Zhixiang, indicating for her to take the phone.