After hanging up the phone, Leng Youchen continued smoking, the air around him filled with a cold and detached aura as his mood grew increasingly stifled without an outlet. His wife was simply too beautiful; there was always a swarm of irksome flies around her that he couldn't drive away.
Any man would mind, would feel drained, so for now, he didn't want to see her.
Behind him came a knock at the door. Turning around, he saw Rong Ling walk in hurriedly. "Third Young Master, we've investigated thoroughly. Our cargo was intercepted in the United Kingdom and confiscated locally. We traced the clues back to the Gong Family, but the leads end there."
Leng Youchen narrowed his eyes slightly. "The Gong Family?"
"Yes. Currently, the Family Head of the Gong Family is Gong Ting. We've never had any conflicts with him—why would he do this?" Rong Ling expressed his confusion.
