Stirring the Pot for the Dying
Xia Weiguo slammed his teacup down onto the coffee table.
"Enough! You don't need to say any more about this! Wang Futong's crime is so serious, and it's only right that she's been locked up. No matter who comes to plead for her, I will make sure the sentence stands."
He had only been gone for a few days, and yet this couple had caused so much trouble within the team. If they weren't harshly punished, wouldn't others follow their example?
Xue Qianhao opened his mouth but quickly realized there was no room for negotiation.
Instinctively, his gaze turned toward Su Yijia, sitting quietly to one side. His eyes clearly conveyed that he wanted to discuss something, but he didn't want her to overhear.
But the more he wished for her to leave, the less likely she was to do so.
Helpless, Xue Qianhao could only give a subtle look towards Xia Weiguo, silently asking for a private conversation.