Several days later....
Crash.
With a muffled sound, Shao Quanhua swept everything off the table onto the floor.
A few cyan cloud-patterned porcelain bottles shattered into pieces, with the delicate shards scattering everywhere.
Cough... cough...
Shao Quanhua breathed heavily, coughing. Her face flushed red again.
Husband, Chen He, and Old Ding have been missing for several days now.
She couldn't reach them no matter what, neither in the city nor outside, and it was impossible to look further afield.
This made her suspect that the three might have run off with her money.
After all, Chen Zihan had never been that enthusiastic about revenge.
He was very angry about his son's death, but he wasn't willing to risk everything for revenge.
Inside the quiet Shao family mansion.
Except for a few loyal servants, everyone else had quietly fled.
The reputation of Mi Gang was declining, and the news had spread throughout the county.
