In the bedroom.
Zhang Xintai bent down and picked up a pale red cloak that had fallen out of his wife's bag.
On it, a word was embroidered with white thread: "Xu."
This is one of the characters in their child's name.
'You don't need to do much, just report Zhang Ying's whereabouts and movements periodically, that's enough.'
The contents of that secret letter slowly resurfaced in his mind again.
'It's just the whereabouts, so there shouldn't be any issues... Rongfang's strength is so formidable... even if it's the Righteous Alliance...'
Zhang Xintai unconsciously clenched his fist.
'But if it really causes Rongfang trouble...'
With this thought, Zhang Xintai relaxed his fist again, gritting his teeth.
He now deeply hated himself, hated himself for not having strong power.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be so easily manipulated and forced to yield.
He packed the clothes and miscellaneous items into the bag and tied it up.
Zhang Xintai finally exited the room.
