Lin Zhuangzhi heard his anger and finally restrained himself, muttering softly, "Brother-in-law, can you please save me now!"
Yu Jingting, in awe of Feng Tianlan, glanced at him and then said sternly, "If you want to get up, you'll have to answer a few questions for me first."
"No, please let me get up first. How can I answer like this?"
"Answer my questions, or you can stay kneeling like that," Yujingting snapped.
"Fine, fine, just ask quickly."
Yujingting asked, "Who besides you has access to the warehouse where the silver silk charcoal is stored?"
"It's just the people under my supervision. They go in and out to handle the goods."
"Do you keep a close watch every time?"
"Of... Of course!" Lin Zhuangzhi retorted. "Brother-in-law, what's going on?"
"Indeed, something has happened. If you don't want to face consequences, it's best to be honest."
