Yin Zhen was terrified by her own conjecture.
She was heartbroken to think how her sister had married a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Yin Zhen tugged at the corner of her mouth and asked cautiously, "Mr. Wen, did he ask you to bring any other messages?"
The man in the black T-shirt said, "Mr. Wen didn't have any particular instructions, just to tell you that compared to life, Qixing is nothing."
Yin Zhen: !!! Really? Threatening my life to hand over the company.
At that moment, Lin Fan came over, yawning, "Sister, what life? What are you talking about?"
Yin Zhen immediately stepped forward to close the box tightly, "Nothing, you're awake? Could you make some breakfast?"
Lin Fan's gaze shifted between the box and the middle-aged man, then he nodded, "Okay, I'll go back to my room to wash up first."
Seeing him leave, Yin Zhen quietly sighed in relief.
Once Lin Fan had returned to his room, she lowered her voice and asked, "This thing isn't something you can just possess, right?"