The first thing Shang saw when he entered the room was Zhao Zhan, who had his hands tied behind his back.
His heart was filled with joy, but his expression relaxed for a moment. He forced himself not to show too much joy on his face, straightened his back, and walked to Zheng Zhixian with an innocent face.
"Did I come at the wrong time?"
"Do you know him?" Zheng Zhixian pointed at Zhao Zhan and said, "Didn't you say that this person was the one who hung you up last night?"
"Sir," Shang said urgently, "I see that. Can I have a few words with him in private?"
"Okay," Zheng Zhixian pretended to be angry. "I think that he's tight-lipped and doesn't want to say anything. When you find out, I'll get someone to take him down."
Shang watched as Zheng Zhixian left, then walked up to Zhao Zhan. The pride on his face was completely undisguisable as he whispered.
