"And what about Gu Nanzhong?" Xu Ji asked.
He Zhiyao's brows furrowed tightly.
Suddenly, he remembered what Qin Shuang had told him at the hotel that day.
She had said that no matter what he found out, to leave this matter to her and not to interfere.
So, she had known all along who was responsible, hadn't she?
She had kept silent all this time, was she afraid of something?
Was she afraid that he would directly cripple Gu Nanzhong?
A wave of irritation surged through He Zhiyao for no reason, and he grabbed the documents from the table, furiously throwing them away, then fished out a pack of cigarettes from a drawer, lit one, and took a drag.
"Ah Yao?" Xu Ji saw him getting agitated again and called out to him helplessly.
He Zhiyao recounted what Qin Shuang had said to him that day, then said,
"Right now, I just want to flay Gu Nanzhong alive, as payback for my daughter."
"And she even stopped me?"
