In this era where information networks are advanced, there are no secrets to speak of.
Zhuang Xinyan's place had just experienced an explosion, and there were hardly a few people in East River who didn't know about it.
The air of East River, due to this assassination attempt, had become increasingly tense.
The entire upper echelon of East River society had already sniffed out this tense atmosphere.
This year's New Year in East River was doomed not to be peaceful, and the upcoming family meeting was bound not to pass smoothly.
"Hasn't anyone found out who did it yet?" Three days later, Chu Feng went to see An Rongrong, saw her just hanging up the phone with Zhuang Xinyan, and asked with a worried expression.
