At Su Qing's words, both An Zhihan and Fang Lutian fell silent.
Seeing them like this, Su Qing grew furious. She absolutely would not stand idly by while Mr. Gong was injured. 'If I find out who hurt Mr. Gong,' she thought, 'I'll make them suffer a fate worse than death.'
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Su Qing demanded in a low voice, suppressing her anger. "You know who it is, don't you? Tell me. Who is it?"
An Zhihan looked at Su Qing, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Su Qing, stay out of this. I can't drag you into it. I've already hurt so many people. I can't let you get hurt too."
"So you *do* know who it is." Su Qing stared into An Zhihan's eyes. "Who was it?"
Then, Su Qing recalled what Zou Ming had said—the assailants all had accents from around Guang City. Realization dawned on her. "It's people from Xiangcheng, isn't it? Does it have something to do with your first and second uncles?"
