Just as Song Huwen was dreaming about the future, an uninvited guest arrived in the courtyard downstairs. President Zhu came with people, looking aggressive, and first greeted Hai Yunfeng.
"You're not here to attend the funeral, are you?" Hai Yunfeng's gaze swept over the people behind them.
President Zhu said with a stiff expression, "Uh... well... we really aren't."
Zhou Yuan committed suicide in their union's Detention Room, so he had no face to attend the funeral. Wouldn't it be better to gloat at the Hai Family's doorstep?
"Then you're here to investigate the case?" Hai Yunfeng's tone was indifferent, not at all like someone whose home was being disturbed.
"Uh... yes!" President Zhu felt his heart pounding; Hai Yunfeng's rank was countless times higher than his, and he was purely courting death!
If they didn't find any guns or ammunition in Song Huwen's room, not even a third-in-command could protect him.
