Fang Qingyu held that cup of tea that was no longer warm, silent for a few seconds.
There were no angry questions, no slamming of the table.
Instead, Fang Qingyu's face showed an extremely strange smile.
First, a silent tug of the lips, then a few low yet clear chuckles, with undisguised sarcasm in the laughter.
"Heh..."
He anticipated the investigation would encounter resistance.
He might even face someone similar to Jiang Taixuan, a figure with sensitive status and immense involvement, once again.
But he never expected, as it seems now... that even the majority of others stood on the other side.
This really is... a great irony.
Fang Qingyu stopped chuckling, lifted his head, his gaze like a torch, piercing through the mist of the tea, stabbing towards Jiang Ying's deep eyes, his voice as calm as a placid lake:
"So, that Luo Family, is that Luo Family?"
He emphasized the word "that".
