He Zhonglin’s expression was dour. “By ‘him,’ are you referring to the seller of the Holy Chestnut?”
Ran Yi nodded. Since all this had happened for the sake of protecting Han Jingru’s identity, he could only approach that man in hopes that the latter would be able to save the He family from this crisis.
Having been friends for so long, Ran Yi certainly did not want to see He Zhonglin’s family face eradication.
“Apart from this, I could think of no other viable solution,” Ran Yi said.
“Could he? Does he have what it takes to stand against the Ximen family?” He Zhonglin sounded doubtful.