Gong Zhaoning looked sincere, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions, save for any trace of guilt or unease. Even as the seven deaths were mentioned directly to his face, he dismissed them as if they were nothing more than a trivial, inconsequential matter.
Li Daniu turned his gaze toward Han Lei, who was staring down at his plate, shoveling food into his mouth, his face hidden from view. There was no way to tell what Han Lei might be thinking at that moment.
Just then, a knock at the door interrupted them. Someone pushed it open and whispered something into Gong Zhaoning’s ear.
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