To be able to be equipped with these things, one could see his wealth. The cars he usually rode in, which one of them wasn't worth tens of millions?
Leng Yejin's hands fell on the suits. The texture and material of the suits were exactly the same as what he usually wore. All of his suits were high-end custom-made. Unless his personal designer sold him out and made two identical suits, no one would be able to have clothes that matched his.
He could wear the same clothes as her and drive to the Leng family's house in a swagger, which showed that he knew his life and whereabouts like the back of his hand.
A chill came from the bottom of his feet. Even if he could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he could not remain calm at this moment.
How many people around him had betrayed him?