章 1965: Things Were Getting Topsy-turvy

Ding Junchi was arrested and sent to the police station.

Qian Yikun looked at the man who was badly beaten up and clicked his tongue twice. It was definitely Mo Fei's style.

"Let me go." Someone pushed Ding Junchi down to sit on the stool. He looked at Qian Yikun. "I didn't break into the house. That's my Second Uncle's house."

"Third Young Master Ding, let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about Wu Biao." As Qian Yikun spoke, he gestured at the two men holding Ding Junchi down to retreat. Then, he got up and sat down at the table in front of Ding Junchi. He threw a folder on the table. "You know where Wu Biao's old nest is, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ding Junchi's expression shifted.