Tang Yanqi naturally understood what Li Lanmei was afraid of, but now even she was a little confused. She took a deep breath and exhaled: "Sister Mei, don't talk to anyone else about this matter. Don't worry, I won't harm you. Just focus on your work. The rest is none of your concern."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Young Madam."
Tang Yanqi didn't know how she got back, her eyes blankly staring ahead, unfocused, her mind in complete chaos. If what Li Lanmei said was true, then Mrs. Sheng's motive for doing those things becomes all too obvious.
She was targeting Mr. Sheng.
If that's the case, then... Mr. Sheng's death...
Could it be it's not an accident, nor a natural course, but someone's deliberate action?
Tang Yanqi frowned, feeling the air around her scarce, and clenched her hand tightly on the table, while her other hand rested on her stomach.
Her body felt very uncomfortable, her stomach protesting. Tang Yanqi hurried to take deep breaths, gradually calming down.
