Yang Qing'an's face showed some shock and anger.
"What, is there something wrong?"
Chen Yuan hastily pressed on, judging by this young master Yang's expression, he knew there was definitely something fishy!
"Young master, speak cautiously."
The butler's gaze flickered.
Clasping the hilt of his knife, Chen Yuan abruptly drew it, flashing a streak of blade light:
"Butler Yang, is it I, Chen, who is asking the questions, or is it you? Dare to interrupt again, and don't blame me, Chen, for accusing you of obstructing the case!"
Butler Yang's expression stiffened, then he flashed a reluctant smile:
"I am merely reminding the young master to tell everything to Inspector Chen."
"If young master Yang has something to say, please speak freely..."
Yang Qing'an's complexion changed several times, and he said in a low voice:
