A little after twelve noon, Wang Chuan returned to the office after finishing his work and saw Yan Feifan sitting alone on the sofa in the reception area, spacing out.
Noticing that he didn't seem to be lost in deep thought, Wang Chuan patted him on the shoulder out of curiosity.
"What are you spacing out about?"
Yan Feifan stirred and sighed. "I was planning to squeeze them for two or three million, but I never expected them to just casually toss out tens of millions."
"I'm a little stunned. I'm afraid it's too good to be true, and I won't be able to handle it."
Wang Chuan sat down on the sofa beside Yan Feifan and chuckled. "Go on, tell me what happened. I'll help you think it through."
Yan Feifan gathered his thoughts and said, "On Tuesday night, I got back to Zuimo Court and discovered someone had broken into my apartment…"
"Broken into?" Wang Chuan asked, his expression turning serious.
