"Is the matter taken care of?" Xu Jingsong leaned against the hospital bed.
"Yes, Mr. Xu, but… nothing was extracted from him; that guy might truly be clueless."
"You mean, he isn't the leak?"
Xu Jingsong's tone suddenly turned cold.
Cui Jizhong broke out in a cold sweat on his back, but still mustered the courage to speak.
"Yes… yes, Mr. Xu!"
"Oh? Since he isn't the leak, are you suggesting it might be me?" Xu Jingsong glared at Cui Jizhong.
"This… that's surely impossible." Cui Jizhong's back sweated even more.
"Is it?" Xu Jingsong sneered, slowly rising to his feet and walking over to Cui Jizhong.
"Then tell me, if it's neither him nor me, who on earth could it be?"
Cui Jizhong felt bitter inside.
He clearly understood that the blame would either fall on Yellow Hair or himself, Cui Jizhong.
But he truly didn't have the courage to deceive Xu Jingsong.
"Mr. Xu, I don't know where the problem exactly lies, but I think it might not be caused by human leakage."