Stifling

Song Zhiyu was right. People of different classes had different views and perceptions. He only knew about the lives of powerful people and their thoughts.

Furthermore, the innate sense of superiority of those powerful nobles gave them the upper hand in terms of momentum. This debate was not fair in the first place.

Xiao Jinghan shook his head, "Even if it's because of this, it's not worth it. They don't even care about a single Song Zhiyu."

"Then why?" Yi Qing really did not know what those people were thinking. "You said that the person who assassinated Song Zhiyu was a Volkswagen, but among those who were involved in the case of Song Zhiyu's husband, who could have come into contact with a Volkswagen?"

"Let Deng Xiao investigate." Xiao Jinghan looked at Yi Qing and asked, "How are the preparations for the banquet going?"

"It's about time. The western courtyard is already prepared. Tomorrow, we'll discuss the details with mother."