"Su Chen, what's wrong?" Xiaao Wanyun asked with some concern and curiosity. Su Chen had clearly lost his composure, which was out of character for him. Although she had only been in contact with Su Chen for a short day or two, she had some understanding of his personality—extremely calm. Why would he lose his composure?
Su Chen didn't answer. Instead, he took a deep breath, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Chen Fang, who was trying to sneak away: "Do you know where this chopstick came from?"
"I...I don't know..." Chen Fang shook his head tremulously, sweat pouring down in large drops, nearly unable to stand, almost ready to kneel.
"Then, tell me about your relationship with him," Su Chen said, calming down again as he pointed to the body of the middle-aged man on the ground.
"I called him Uncle Eagle; his real name is Hong Ying. He was as close as brothers to my father... After my father died, he took great care of me!" Chen Fang dared not hide anything.
