"Lord Qin, I hope it's nothing serious!" Ye Jizu's voice came through the moment the call connected.
"Nothing much. Where did you hear the rumors?" Qin Fan licked his lips and asked with a soft laugh.
"Qin Jun called Wen Yuanjie at the city bureau and asked him to bring a team to your house. I knew right away you must have made a move! Want me to fan the flames? He's just the Qin family's second son. I may not be much, but dealing with him would be child's play for me!" Ye Jizu boasted.
Listening to his tone, it was hard to believe this was the fourth young master of the Ye Family, a man nearing forty.
"Forget it. Just relax and enjoy yourself. If there's nothing else, that's all for now," Qin Fan said.
"Alright, Lord Qin. I'm off to bed then!"
"Mm."
With a soft hum, Qin Fan hung up the phone.
At the same time, Qin Jun's phone began to ring. Enduring the searing, stabbing pain in his back, he painfully fumbled for his phone and swiped to answer.
