Song Ning laughed, patiently persuading, "Think about it for me. An investigation has to be thorough, and to catch a thief, you have to catch the king. If the case gets worse the more it's investigated, how am I supposed to explain to my superiors and to the people of Yuncheng? I promise you, Dongye Qiandai is definitely not the executor for Night Rose. You can take out Fujiwara Sato, but you have to dig out the mastermind behind Night Rose for me."
Zhou Yang sneered, "I've never made such a fuss about killing someone before; I'm ridding the people of evil, and I don't want a medal. Please just leave me alone!"
Seeing him unresponsive to gentle persuasion, Song Ning frowned and spoke unreasonably, "You may enjoy your killing spree, but who's cleaning up the mess behind you? Don't think I don't know, you're just afraid that He Shaoying will get hurt, always cuddling up to her. Have you ever cared about my feelings?"