Ye Chenfeng had a vague feeling that the man before him was extraordinary. Was the fireworks display at the amusement park not meant for Xia Qingqian?
"Xia Qingqian?" Beitang Yao's icy eyes narrowed as he repeated the name. Ye Chenfeng even knew her name—it turned out Xia Qingqian really did encounter someone else at the amusement park, and it was a man who was proposing to her, a cold-blooded assassin.
"Don't you think asking is redundant? Xia Qingqian is my woman; I don't want to see this thing again!" Beitang Yao took a sip of coffee and spoke softly.
"Xia Qingqian is your woman? How is that possible? Beitang, are you joking?" Ye Chenfeng's smile disappeared, replaced by a calm expression, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.
"Didn't your spy team destroy a kidnapper group earlier? That transaction was arranged by me with your spy team, and Xia Qingqian was the hostage!" Beitang Yao glanced at Ye Chenfeng, "The murderer at the amusement park is you, isn't it?"
