"Uncle Rong."
"Huh?"
"How do you know that the black and white paper is indeed the transfer document I personally signed? Could it be... that you were involved in the planning of kidnapping my father-in-law that night?"
Yin Shixiu gently touched the wedding ring on his finger, speaking slowly.
His gaze remained composed, but there was an unwavering determination that allowed no doubt.
This gaze seemed to come from the highest seat in a courtroom, clearly conveying: Guilty.
Rong Si's old face suddenly turned deathly pale, his hands trembling, not knowing where to put them.
The Rong Family fell silent for a moment, and the skeptical looks from the guests grew sharper.
Yin Shixiu leaned back in his wheelchair, his chin slightly raised, and seeing the Rong Family's distress, his expression turned somewhat amused and self-satisfied,
"Uncle, you are the director of the Public Security Bureau, and you followed the Tianjin Port incident throughout."
