C91 (2/2)

After a while, he pinched the cigar out of his hand and picked up the phone.

”Hello, is this the local Strasbourg Eagle? I have a piece of news to give you. It's the once famous Dix winery. Now workers are causing trouble and people have died. ” This was a very standard French accent. Obviously, this person was a native. Although he spoke politely, his voice was more or less evil.

Hearing the questioning voice from the other side, the French man was very kind. ”You may go ahead and investigate, but I can assure you that what I said was the truth.”

”Yes, sir, may I ask...” What's your name? ” the man asked him.

”You don't need to know who I am. I'm just giving you guys a clue. Goodbye.” With that, he hung up the phone with a cold smile on his face.

When he arrived at the door of the wine cellar at Dix winery, it was already two in the afternoon. Although the summer had already passed, the autumn tiger was still very frightening, its intense light passing through the layers of leaves in the surroundings and landing on Zuo Zixian.

Her thin figure looked lovable under the sunlight, but she maintained a calm expression.

There were a lot of people around her, all of them hooligans. There were roughly fifty to sixty of them, all pointing at her in the local language, asking for an explanation.

After all, from their point of view, Zuo Jun City wasn't here right now, and Zuo Ziqian was the person in charge of the wine cellar.

Zuo Ziqian fiercely suppressed his emotions and did not allow himself to argue with these people. He always tried to persuade them kindly and maintained a calm face, not letting his emotions leak out in the slightest.

However, these people did not seem to listen to what she said to Tabolte. Each and every one of their voices were loud and clear. No matter how dry her words were, it was to no avail.

Beads of sweat dripped down from her forehead. She extended her hand to wipe them away, but she still did not give up and continued to deal with the group of people in front of her.

However, these people's emotions were agitated, and each one of them were minding their own business to express their views, and their voices were getting louder and louder, causing the Left Scholar to feel helpless for a moment.

Ling Yiheng's gaze was fixed on Zuo Ziqian who was in the middle of the encirclement, his eyes were deep and deep.

The afternoon sun shone on Zuo Zixian's body, making the outline of her face clearer and clearer. Her fair and jade-like face coupled with her stubborn face made her look both independent and fragile.

He had never felt such strong desire to protect a woman before, and Zuo Zimeng was the first one. She was also the first person who could make him change his schedule for something other than work.