Uncle Rong did not show any signs of panic in front of Song Jiang. After entering the Song family's living room, he saw the father and son drinking tea around the sofa.
Why would they drink tea in the middle of the night?
It was just an act.
Thinking of this, Uncle Rong put down his furrowed brows and sat beside Song Jiang. "It's been a long time since I've seen you father and son play chess together."
"We were waiting for you." Song Bozhi put down his chess piece and looked at Uncle Rong. "Uncle Rong, your subordinates have been arrested by the police."
"So what? My subordinates are loyal to me and will never betray me."
"You believe them, but how can we believe them? Now that Yashang Group is in a period of trouble, it's better for you to go abroad and hide," Song Bozhi said to Uncle Rong mercilessly. "If the police find out about our relationship, then the Song family's twenty years of hard work will all have been wasted."
