"Heller!" Jiang Guangrong closed his eyes and waved his hand.
Zhao Zhong hummed coldly and closed the door heavily.
At this moment, Jiang Guangrong opened his eyes, staring at the tightly shut door, filled with thousands of doubts.
Zhao Zhong has tested his background many times. He always felt that Zhao Zhong's probing brought out his own secrets, and Zhao Zhong repeatedly emphasized that he couldn't do illegal things. This frequency was almost too high, making Jiang Guangrong feel it was harder to see through Yanghe's Public Division Director.
Suddenly, Jiang Guangrong seemed to recall something, mumbling, "Looks like when we get back, we need someone to investigate the matter of this guy's wife being murdered. Maybe it's not that simple..."
In Wu Feng's room, Mr. Wu bowed his head with four or five people, not daring to go out.
