Although Liu Xiongyuan was irreconcilably angry with Yan Chen for letting go of the murderer who killed his son, as the Deputy Speaker of Dongye State, he was still obligated to handle official matters impartially.
Therefore, faced with Yan Chen's reasonable demands and arguments, he did not retort, but instead slowly turned his gaze to Qiu Tu.
His dark complexion, like an old pine sculpted by the years, had deep and hard wrinkles, each one seemingly recording past hardships and struggles.
"Minister Qiu, what do you have to say?"
Upon hearing Liu Xiongyuan's words, Qiu Tu was not surprised.
He looked at Liu Xiongyuan with a confident gaze and said, "Chairman Liu, of course I have evidence."
"If there were no evidence, this would amount to libel."
Liu Xiongyuan, seeing the confidence on Qiu Tu's face, nodded slightly. He then gestured toward Qiu Tu's seat and said, "Then sit down and explain slowly."
Qiu Tu responded and walked towards his seat.
