With a fierce final sprint, the man's body went limp, collapsing on the woman's back.
After a brief pause, the man got up, grabbed the silk robe lying on the floor, casually draped it over himself, and walked quickly towards the outside.
At the door of the room, Zhao Huannong was the first to speak up and report, "After interrogating Yu Huoshui, Tang Fei and Yan Wenli went together to the Phoenix Palace to report to the King."
"What's the situation? What did Yu Huoshui say?" Zhong Tianyi walked into the living room, picked up a cigar from the table, lit it, and took a fierce puff, "What matters so much that they had to report back to the palace? Is Yan Wenli unable to make a decision on his own?"
"Our spy in the palace said it was related to Lei Xiangyang's case."
Zhong Tianyi's face darkened as he scolded, "Are they like persistent ghosts that refuse to dissipate?"
