Faced with He Jiayi's questioning, Cathy just snorted, "He deserved it!"
"You!" He Jiayi wanted to rush up but was grabbed by He Shoucheng.
He Shoucheng had an imposing appearance, emanating the aura of a mature man. He didn't look like a man in his fifties at all, carrying an air of arrogance and regal demeanor.
Over the years, no matter how many power shifts occurred in Ningjiang, he always stood at the pinnacle, never changing, even now he was still feared by everyone.
He had his own way of doing things, ruthless yet not lacking chivalry. Prominent figures on the streets would have to address him respectfully as Mr. He.
"Jiaqi, we'll set aside other issues for now. How is the matter I entrusted you with going?" He Shoucheng asked coldly, very different from his amiable attitude toward He Jiayi, treating Cathy like a superior would treat a subordinate.
