Time flew by, and before I knew it, half a month had passed.
"Why hasn't there been a reply?" Cao Buwei, with a deep frown, had an extremely ugly expression.
"Could it be that the Lord of the City didn't see the complaint letter?" Ding Dalin hesitantly spoke.
"What you mean to say is... someone intercepted my letter?" Cao Buwei said.
"We cannot rule out that possibility." After saying this, Ding Dalin added another sentence, "Of course, there's another possibility..."
"Speak."
"The Lord of the City has already seen the complaint letter, but he hasn't paid any attention to it, or perhaps he is deliberately favoring Gao Fei..."
"..."
"My Lord, why don't you... write another letter... to urge him?"
"If the Lord of the City doesn't want to handle it, even a hundred letters would be useless," Cao Buwei replied with a sullen expression.