Xu Ye had just finished an international conference when Ji Yao's call came in.
Upon learning that Ji Yao had nearly been harassed by some punks, he didn't hesitate and immediately drove to the police station.
It wasn't until he saw that Ji Yao was safe and sound that his hanging heart finally settled.
"Designer Ji Yao, please try not to breathe so heavily when you speak next time. Do you know how scary it was to get that call from you late at night?"
"I'm sorry, boss. The police were rushing me to give my testimony, and I really didn't have time to finish talking. Please forgive me."
"Alright, are you done with your statement? Can you leave now?"
"I could, but I still want to wait and see what those punks have to say."
Looking hesitant, Ji Yao glanced back at the interrogation room behind her.
At her words, Xu Ye's expression changed. He followed her gaze toward the room and then spoke.
"Do you suspect that this incident was deliberately orchestrated?"