Bang.
Song Zhiyuan's fist slammed heavily onto the table, his face shrouded in icy frost, his gaze as sharp and cold as a blade, staring at Song Zhicheng.
Cold sweat began to seep from Song Zhicheng's forehead, his legs trembling.
Terrified.
Too terrifying.
"The whole family is gone?" Song Zhiyuan's voice was sinister.
Song Zhicheng swallowed his saliva and said, "I've already arranged for someone to investigate."
"The result?"
"Liu Wu and his wife have no major issues. Both received great kindness from Madame and have been working in the mansion for many years, which makes them absolutely loyal, or else Qing Ming wouldn't have served by Madame's side..."
"Absolute loyalty can produce someone like Qing Ming?"
Song Zhicheng choked, shivering.
"Indeed, betrayal only depends on how big the stakes are, continue." Song Zhiyuan sneered.
