Over the past week, Lin Ziwen had been continuously calling Yang Yupeng's phone, her spirit wilting, her frame noticeably thinner. She couldn't understand where Yang Yupeng had gone. However, she naively thought that perhaps he had been kidnapped or involved in a car accident. Sometimes, she would finally drift off to sleep at night, only to be jolted awake by bloody nightmares.
It wasn't until a week later that President Zhou of the Fushan Coal Mine, bristling with anger and accompanied by a lawyer, came knocking. Lin Ziwen then realized something was terribly wrong!
"Assistant Lin, you must give me an answer!" President Zhou spat, puffing on his cigar, his complexion foul.
"President Zhou, please calm down, I'll contact Yu Peng right away. I refuse to believe he's a conman!" Lin Ziwen said helplessly, continuing to dial Yang Yupeng's phone, only to find that it was impossible to reach him at that time.
