Early the next morning, Qi Han came to see Yan Ting to report the situation. Lin Banxia wanted to leave but was stopped by him: "Don't go. Anything about my matters, you can listen!"
Lin Banxia paused in her steps, turned around, pressed her lips together in a quick smile at him, and then sat down on the sofa nearby.
Qi Han's expression carried a hint of delight: "Young Master, just as you predicted, Huo Tianfeng is scared. He's actively trying to find people to handle the aftermath."
"He initially thought I'd surely die this time, but I survived and turned into his nightmare. Following the trail he left is the most advantageous move right now. Preserve the evidence you've gathered—when the timing is right, I'll settle all the old and new scores with him together." Yan Ting sneered coldly, because he knew this uncle of his far too well. Though brave and cunning, he couldn't keep his composure.
