At the Court of Judicial Review.
When Xie Zi Yuan received the news, his subordinate, Chen Ming, who had been beaten severely and had lost all his teeth, was already been sent to the Imperial Hospital by his colleagues.
Meanwhile, the person responsible for the beating was sitting openly in his official office, sipping tea.
Xie Zi Yuan's expression remained indifferent. "You beat someone up, and yet you're not leaving?"
From his words, it was clear that he already knew what Chen Ming had done.
Xiao Chenyuan's tone was cold. "You'd better explain things clearly to your mother's side as well."
Xie Zi Yuan keenly picked up on the subtle implication in Xiao Chenyuan's words. "What did my mother say?"
"Nothing," Xiao Chenyuan replied. "Or rather should say, there was no chance."
