"Who was it?" Han Zhuoli said darkly.
"It was Mr. Han Dongping," Zheng Tianming said.
He was puzzled too when he got this answer.
What was Han Dongping thinking?!
What was there to be gained by betraying his own family?
Han Zhuoli's anger was clearly visible in his silence. "He spoke about Lu Man too?"
"That, he didn't." Zheng Tianming felt that Han Dongping at least still had some sense in him. "What he exposed was purely the surface meaningโthat your wife is Mr. Wang's daughter. But as to who his daughter is, the informant didn't know. That is to say, Han Dongping didn't really divulge anything, just that one sentence."
"I get it." Han Zhuoli grew even more silent.
But no matter who looked at him now, they would clearly see his rage.
The more silent he was, the angrier he was.
Zheng Tianming knew that his job was done.
He left the office.
