"Hehe… she just has her insecurities," Fang Lin muttered under her breath, trying to brush away her unease. "She will come around, you don't have to worry…"
Still, the doubt lingered in her heart. Rising quietly, she drifted toward Jin Zhou, who was buried in the files while her Uncle managed the meeting. If anyone had answers, it would be him.
In a hushed voice, she asked, "Jin Zhou… what happened to Tang Fei? Do you know anything?"
The man stiffened, his pen pausing mid-stroke. At the same time, Jin Shuren lifted his head, his piercing glare cutting across the space like a blade.
"Miss, why don't you ask your Uncle?" Jin Zhou replied tersely, clearly unwilling, or unable, to explain further, as this matter the best suited person to answer was him.
Fang Lin swallowed hard, turning toward Jin Shuren. She wanted to ask, but fear held her tongue.
