"President, does the wife already suspect this matter?"
Xu Guannan stood in front of the desk and, after witnessing this scene, his expression changed and he immediately asked.
The man leaned back in his chair, his pale face almost translucent, and his eyes slowly closed.
"Send a few more people to watch over her. Don't let her know anything about what's happening here before she recovers."
"Yes!"
Xu Guannan nodded with a heavy heart.
"Then... what about the capital? Xiahou Maolin is now using Chu Fengcheng to deal with you, making it clear he wants to kill you with a borrowed knife. And Chu Fengcheng, kept in the dark, will surely get rid of you, the 'bastard,' for the sake of his sister, Chu Feng'e!"
He had no choice but to remind the man, his heart heavy as if weighed down by a boulder.
Chu Fengcheng!
Indeed, after a weeklong investigation, they finally identified the person behind the scenes.
