"Where is Dou Qingyan?" Zhao Liangze was now in full interrogation mode. "Mr. Dou, are you sure you want to pick a fight with the Special Operations Forces?"
Dou Haoyan was the Prime Minister's son, but he was not his father, not by a long shot. He "worked" in a consulting company, but his position was entirely superfluous and he spent most of his time idling at his desk. He was powerless in front of Zhao Liangze; in fact, Dou Haoyan was even less qualified than Huo Shaoheng's head orderly, Fan Jian.
Dou Haoyan wanted to say something, but he saw Zhao Liangze's face darken and immediately forgot how to speak.
He could only stare helplessly at Zhao Liangze, and at the soldiers that had set up a perimeter around the Prime Minister's residence. He finally realized what was happening: the Dou family was at a disadvantage. They had to hand over Dou Qingyan, or risk losing it all!
His father, especially!
