A brief pause.
Then, hesitantly, Song Yuhang added, "And … I believe Madam Tang should be looked into as well."
Jiang Yanxu's head snapped up. His usually composed face flickered with surprise. Not anger. Just ... surprise.
Song Yuhang had come to the same conclusion. But in the past—his past life—he had never voiced this suspicion.
For a moment, Jiang Yanxu said nothing. His dark eyes held Song Yuhang's unwavering stare. Silence hung between them like an unspoken pact.
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The days that followed were restless.
Jiang Yanxu arrived late at the office, something unheard of for him. But no one dared question it. His reputation for discipline was unmatched; if he was late, it meant something serious was at play.
And it was.
