Lu Lingche watched the closet door close, utterly speechless, "Why are you hiding? You're acting as if you're caught in an affair, get out!"
From inside the closet, Qiao Yin muffled her voice, "Shut up, don't speak, don't tell Qiao Jiasen I'm here."
As soon as her words fell, the office door was kicked open.
Qiao Jiasen walked in with a backpack slung over his shoulder, "Mr. Lu."
Upon hearing this address, Lu Lingche frowned, "What are you here for? You even injured the security guard. You learn a bit of kung fu and come seeking death?"
"Even if you die, I won't die! I have come to return something to you!"
"You owe me something?"
Qiao Jiasen "smacked" a bank card onto his desk, "There's five million in here, I'm returning it to you!"
Lu Lingche's expression wavered slightly, "What do you mean?"