It was already eight at night when Ren Feifan returned to his hotel suite.
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, a text message came in. It turned out to be the bank card information, the compensation from Xu Zhenhua had been transferred.
In a sense, it was as if Xu Zhenhua had bought the bracelet at a price of two hundred million.
Even so, the way Xu Zhenhua dealt with this issue made him feel uncomfortable.
Ren Feifan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled out a packet of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, lit one up, and lost himself in deep thought amidst the swirls of smoke.
Jiangnan Province, Lin City, these two places seem calm on the surface, but no one knows what kind of conspiracies are hidden underneath.
Could it be that his very existence was merely a pawn of those in power?
The more Ren Feifan thought about it, the more his head ached. When he initially returned from purgatory, he sought both revenge and the truth.