In a restaurant in Yanjing.
"Damn it, that woman Zhao Rou, she must have silenced Chou Feng," Zhang Ting angrily ate the chicken leg in front of her, venting all her anger on the food.
"And that Chou Feng, his death is nothing to mourn. For such a small amount of money, substituting inferior for good, embezzling for himself, causing the death of so many people, do you think all capitalists are so heartless?" As Zhang Ting cursed, she shifted her anger towards Chou Feng.
"Don't judge everyone with the same brush, my wife would never do such a thing." Ye Shikai sipped the coffee in front of him, appearing calm, but he had anticipated this. Going to Zhao Rou was futile, as someone daring enough to kill would surely be well-prepared.
"So what do we do now?" Zhang Ting felt somewhat disheartened.
