However, before the pretty boy could figure out just how wealthy Yaen Chi was, disaster struck.
His father sold him out!
It all started on the street when suddenly a few bullets flew in, hitting the bulletproof glass—aiming right for his forehead.
Such hatred, such animosity, this was a hit on his life!
That night, the pretty boy frantically called his father, but either he didn't pick up or he hung up. Gritting his teeth, he called his father's trusted aide's phone.
"Young Master…"
"Shut up! I'm really pissed off right now. Is my dad next to you? Ask him if I'm really his son!"
"Young Master…"
"Lan Wan!" The pretty boy called out the full name, "Do you have a bastard hidden outside? So they can inherit your fortune when I'm dead!"
"How can you curse yourself and drag me into it!"
"Bullets nearly hit my forehead; I almost couldn't be here talking to you. What did mom tell you when she died? Do not drag me into your messy business; have you forgotten!"
