Zhang Zhuo had just stepped out when he bumped into another man coming in from outside — Zhao Yingliang, another trusted subordinate of Tang Zhen's.
Seeing Zhang Zhuo's ashen face, Zhao Yingliang knew that the person inside must be of maximum danger.
But there was no choice, he had to muster the courage to knock and enter.
"Speak! What the hell happened! What did that woman do to Tang Jue!" After all, Tang Zhen had been through the blood and storm; even though he had retired now, his imposing anger could still be terrifying.
Even those who had followed Tang Zhen for years found it hard to bear. Lowering his head, Zhao Yingliang dared not meet his furious gaze and hurriedly responded, "Chairman, I've checked. I can confirm that the woman hasn't had contact with the young master in the past week!"
"Bullshit!" Tang Zhen naturally didn't believe a word of it.
