He turned his gaze back to her, this time lingering a little longer.

"Zi Mo," Master Gong called out to him.

His eyes flashed, and he stepped forward.

"dad."

"Come with me."

This encounter lasted less than a minute before Gong Ziming left with Master Gong.

Gong Zixiu's body was placed in the villa next door, which was where Bai An lived before he died.

A cold coffin, a cold corpse.

The body has been left outside for several days without anyone taking care of it, and it's starting to smell.

Madam Gong wanted to go inside and see.

As soon as Master Gong turned around, he blocked her at the door.

Turning to look at the young woman beside her, Master Gong said, "Yunxi, you and your wife should go back and rest first."

This place is dirty, and Master Gong doesn't want Madam Gong to get involved.

Lady Gong's eyes stung as she left.

She subconsciously raised her hand and wiped the corner of her eye.

Rong Chang turned her head to look at her.

She quickly lowered her head.

Feeling a little down, she thought, "If only it were all a dream."

Without the infighting, Gong Zixiu would not have died.

That's just how Madam Gong is; she's easily swayed by emotions.

He clearly intended to kill her and Gong Ziming that night.

But now she still speaks well of him.

"Actually, this child is quite filial."

He has attended Bai Feng's birthday celebration every year, no matter where he was at the time; he has never missed one.

But she just couldn't understand it, such a good child.

Why did he...?

"Madam, please don't overthink it."

Gong Zixiu is not as good as she says.

She just didn't want her to worry.

Gong Ziming has been bullied by these people countless times.

Anyway, she didn't feel any sympathy at all.

I'm just curious who his killer is.

...

Late at night, Rong Chang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She didn't know if Gong Ziming had left or not.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, she quickly got out of bed.

As he reached the door and opened it, the person outside stopped in their tracks.

They turned around and their eyes met.

Rong Shang blinked.

The other person raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Not asleep yet?"

She nodded and casually said, "I can't sleep."

Then she grabbed his hand and dragged him into her room.

"Gong Ziming, I need to talk to you."

"What?" The man obediently followed behind her.

His gaze fell upon her, cold and fleeting.

It's been about seven or eight days since I last saw her.

Her complexion became rosier, and her figure improved.

Gong Ziming followed her into the room and said, "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow morning."

The woman gave a curt "oh," seemingly not taking it to heart.

Gong Ziming pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Is there something you need?"

She just stopped.

She loosened her grip on his hand.

The woman turned around from the front.

Gong Ziming looked at her with a serious expression.

Without realizing it, he straightened his back and focused his gaze. "What?"

"Zi Mo, do you know who killed Gong Zixiu?"

"..." His eyes flashed, and Gong Ziming lowered his gaze, his expression suddenly turning cold. "I don't know."

"Really?" Rong Shang noticed his series of changes in expression. She raised an eyebrow, as if she was doubting something.

Gong Ziming also noticed it.

He looked up at her again and asked, "What?"

Did you hear anything?

She shook her head. "No."

All we know is that he died that night.

She led him out of the basement, rescued Madam Gong, then called the police and notified the Gong family.

Later, the helicopter sent to pick up Madam Gong arrived, and the police also came.

There were many people, and the scene was chaotic.

Rong Shang didn't bother with the people in the basement.