Ji Fengyan laughed.
"If we go now, I am afraid that we can never find out the truth."
Lu Shaoqing remained silent. Song Yuan had made the necessary preparations. All evidence would be wiped out the moment they leave.
"Song Yuan would constantly be on his toes every day that we remain here." Ji Fengyan yawned and walked into the room. "We will just wait and see how things go."
"Yes." Lu Shaoqing nodded.
On the other hand, Song Yuan had led his men back to his residence. The gentleness on his face had faded. He had everyone leave and entered his study alone.
Inside the study, an exceedingly handsome man was sitting behind a desk. A pair of long, slender legs was propped up on the table.
Song Yuan shut the study doors the minute he saw that man. His face took on a severe expression.
"What the hell are you doing? The military are here—don't you know how to restrain yourself?" Song Yuan was extremely upset.
