'If I'd known about their relationship, I never would have agreed to write that recommendation letter for Zheng Baosu!'
'And in the end, I got dragged down with them!'
'But what's done is done. What's the use of regret now?'
Xie Anbai's first reaction was surprise, which quickly turned into a pointed look at Xie Anjun.
A wry smile played on his lips as he spoke. "I never would have guessed. So Mr. Fan and Lord Zheng have... that kind of relationship. No wonder Mr. Fan was so invested in Lord Zheng's affairs. I suppose choosing to cooperate with the Marquis Zhongyong was a carefully considered decision, then? You kept this secret quite well, didn't you, Marquis?"
Xie Anjun was about to lose his mind.
"I did not!"
Xie Anbai feigned surprise. "Did not what? You didn't conspire with Mr. Fan and his son for profit? Or you didn't—"
"Neither!"
Xie Anjun's voice was shrill. Having lost all reason in his fury, he pointed a finger at Xie Anbai and began to curse him.
