Song Chengyue looked at the Old Eunuch hesitating and chuckled softly before suddenly asking a question.
"In the past two years, has he ever reported anything to you?"
"Never."
"Then, has he ever inquired about His Majesty's well-being?"
"Never."
The uncertainty on the Old Eunuch's face gradually dissipated.
"That dog has gone completely wild and forgotten that he is still a dog with a master," Song Chengyue said gleefully.
The Old Eunuch no longer hesitated. Whether or not Song Chengyue sought revenge, at least his words were true.
In the past two years, so many things had happened, yet the Dong Chang chief director never reported anything nor did he greet anyone with the respect due from a subject and subordinate.
His heart deserved condemnation.
"If Dong Chang is to be disbanded, I want the list of those people and all their detailed information, not a single page less," he said.
