"So you want me to use those dirty tricks again?"
What a joke.
The phone on the desk buzzed, and Wei Xi reached for it. It was Wei Bei calling.
As he swiped to answer, Wei Bei's booming voice nearly blasted his eardrums. "Wei Xi, I heard you caught that guy called Qia Mian. What does he look like?"
Last time, Qia Mian had disguised himself as Wei Xi to sneak into Mo Garden, and Wei Bei had been obsessing over it ever since.
If it hadn't been for the company needing him, he would have dashed over to beat the living daylights out of Qia Mian to vent his frustration.
"Almost forty, nothing to look at," Wei Xi replied bluntly, sparing no mercy in his assessment.
"Remember to beat him up for me, beat him to a pulp," Wei Bei said through gritted teeth.
Daring to impersonate him, Qia Mian would deserve it even if he got beaten to death.
