"They're all political enemies of the leader or people with conflicting interests with his party."
Hearing this, Carl lay sprawled on the sofa, doubting the meaning of life, with a frown that could kill a fly.
Qiao Suisui suddenly understood Zong Fang's intention, "You're worried that even if we make the evidence public, with the power of your father and the leader, it will be quickly suppressed?"
Zong Fang nodded, then shook his head. In fact, he didn't care about revealing any truth at all, what did it matter to him whether the Rebel Army lived or died? He was only concerned that it might jeopardize her safety.
He touched her hair, his eyes almost calmly cruel, "You don't understand my father, he's an emotionless monster."
Zong Fang's voice was hard and cold, and if one listened carefully, they could detect a hint of fear in it.
Qiao Suisui was really curious, what kind of person could instill fear in Zong Fang?