Yin Xiangli had already made her intentions clear, but it seemed Ma Jixiong had no intention of leaving. He lit a cigarette and took a drag, blowing a thick cloud of smoke towards Yin Xiangli's pretty face.
"Xiangli, are you really not going to invite me in for a sit-down?"
Yin Xiangli maintained her smile, "Mr. Ma, it's very late today, not very convenient. Please, you should return and get some rest early."
"Don't you want to save your brother-in-law?" Ma Jixiong began to tear off his façade.
Hearing these words, Yin Xiangli's nerves immediately tensed up, "Do you have a way?"
Ma Jixiong said, "Solutions are thought up by people. The fact that I came to you naturally means I have some ways. Of course, I, Ma, never help people without reason. Whether or not you can let me help you depends on your performance."
Yin Xiangli furrowed her brow; she understood Ma Jixiong's implications all too well.
