His face turned pale with rage, his whole body shivering as he quivered his fingers to dial a number.
Soon, the phone connected, and a lazy voice echoed in his ear: "Son, what made you think of calling dad?"
"Yen Wenqing!" Duan Yanbing's face was pale with fury as he angrily interrogated, "Is the poison on Fifth Brother your doing? Have you forgotten what I've told you? If you dare to harm Fifth Brother and Beibei, I will never forgive you!"
"Son, you're wronging dad," Yen Wenqing innocently declared, "I can ensure that I absolutely have not poisoned Gu Junzhu... Oh, is Gu Junzhu poisoned? That shouldn't be! Isn't Fifth Lord of Gu renowned worldwide as a special forces king? He is so capable, how could anyone successfully poison him? You must be mistaken?"
"Stop pretending!" Duan Yanbing roared, "Where are you? I want to see you! I want to see you now!"
