Early the next morning, a government official came calling.
Tan Zhengyong, as a victim's family member, had to go as well. His heart was pounding as he made his way to the government office.
He edged closer to Tan Zhenghong, his lips barely moving, when the government official gave him a warning look, "No talking."
Tan Zhengyong laughed dryly twice, "Big brother, do you know what the lord wants me to do there?"
"I don't know," the young government official shook his head.
"I really don't know anything; it would be useless even if I went."
"If the lord orders you to go, you go. Whether it's useful or not is not for you to decide," said the official with a cool expression.
Glancing at Tan Zhenghong walking ahead, Tan Zhengyong asked discontentedly, "Why can't I talk to Fourth Boss when they can hold hands?"
Isn't that just too unfair?
The government official rolled his eyes, "If you were his wife, you could also hold hands."
