"The reason you killed Uncle Kong was because he knew your secret, but before he was killed, Uncle Kong left a secret message. That was how I learned that my father's disappearance years ago was connected to you. You collaborated with him on a project, and later, when the project failed, he disappeared."
With each sentence Yang Cheng spoke, he took a step forward.
Gong Jian's eyes showed a hint of panic, but he maintained a calm facade, gambling that Yang Cheng wouldn't dare harm the family head of a top Zhonghai estate.
At that moment, urgent footsteps suddenly sounded at the doorway.
The crowd turned to look, only to see Yan Lizhu storming in angrily.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen, and she was holding a black bag, looking utterly pathetic.
"Why are you back?"
Gong Jian barely finished his sentence before Yan Lizhu's sharp, ear-piercing voice rang out, like a wraith emerging from hell.
"Gong Jian! Give me back my son!"
"What kind of madness is this?"
