"What am I referring to?" he repeated faintly, then suddenly laughed, "Do you often forget things because you're important, or is it because you've done so many guilty deeds?"
Xing Zhen's tone shifted, "But no matter, you're about to find out."
After speaking, he had someone show the search warrant to Xia Zhihao.
Black and white on the paper, it clearly listed all the evil deeds he had committed.
Xia Zhihao's heart lurched, and any last shred of hope vanished.
He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, causing everything before him to go dark.
His face fell and he lowered his head, unable to utter another word.
While Xia Zhihao was negotiating with the members of the Inspection Team, Xia Ru, sensing that something was amiss, shrank back and hid, not daring to make a sound.
Xing Zhen hooked his lips coldly and lifted his right hand, glancing at the time.
"...It's getting late, let's head back."