Madam Yan, upon hearing my words, looked embarrassed and hastily excused herself to leave.
I deliberately released news that the whistleblower online was someone from Shen Hetai's corporation.
If he could use such a method to pin all the blame on Yang Linhai, I could also use the same tactic to make the two dogs fight each other.
Yang Linhai's wife hadn't come to look for me, which piqued my curiosity even more: What were the specifics of that year's affairs that made him so fearful?
If it were only related to Shen Hetai, he wouldn't have to be so afraid. No matter how powerful Shen Hetai's influence was, he was still just a businessman—unless there was someone even more formidable backing this affair.
I stood by the window, gazing at the scenery outside, pondering who all might be involved in this matter.
Footsteps approached, and when I turned my head, I saw Cheng Yu setting down dinner on the table beside me and softly asking, "What's on your mind? You seem lost in thought."