Rong Mochen immediately took out his phone and dialed Gu Yan's number.
Hearing Rong Mochen tell Gu Yan to investigate that bodyguard company, Fang Jingyi stiffened, staring blankly at Rong Mochen.
After hanging up, Rong Mochen's eyes held not a trace of warmth as he looked at Fang Jingyi. "This is the first time I've ever heard of such a bodyguard company that treats human life like dirt. Ms. Fang, if you still have even a shred of ability to tell true from false, right from wrong, then think carefully."
"Think—think about what?"
Fang Jingyi was dazed.
"Think about what? Think about who wishes Tang Yige and Little Rui dead so badly!" Rong Mochen narrowed his eyes, each word cutting and ruthless.
Fang Jingyi froze.
Rong Mochen stopped wasting words on Fang Jingyi. He lowered his gaze and sank into thought for a few seconds, then took out his phone again and dialed another number.
"Yicheng."
"..."
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