Two drones quietly hovered above the living room, filming in their direction.
Lawrence Winters was very mindful of his behavior, as it wouldn't look good to be captured on film.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Fang sat casually, her legs slanted together in front, back straight, appearing very poised and composed.
Compared to Miss Tang, who exuded a seductive charm from her eyes and brows, they were completely different types.
Mr. Zhuge's voice became more amiable, "Yes, please tell us. We're listening. The more information we have on this matter, the better we can make the right judgment."
"Alright, then I'll speak truthfully." Mrs. Fang slightly lowered her head, revealing her neatly permed shoulder-length hair.
"This matter still needs to be traced back to several decades ago."
Lawrence Winters interrupted her at this point, "Mrs. Fang, may I ask, several decades ago, specifically how many years? Since you personally experienced this, surely you wouldn't forget which year it started?"
