"So what exactly did you write to him?"
Gao Feng was asking this question for the seventh time, but unfortunately, sitting across from him was the biggest intelligence leader of the Imperial Court. If this guy doesn't want to talk, no matter what method you use, you can't pry his mouth open.
So he could only keep sighing and lamenting, "Here I am getting old, can't you satisfy this old man's curiosity just a little bit?"
Quan Xiaotong set down the dossier in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and said.
"Elder Gao, your curiosity wasn't this strong before!"
Gao Feng leaned his old face closer, continuously grinning, "Isn't it that an old man's tastes change over time? What on earth did you write to that boy?"
He couldn't help but be curious. As for Han Yu, although he wasn't sure what kind of person he was, he knew that despite Han Yu currently having a good relationship with the Inspectorate, getting him to obediently help out just because one pointed east was unlikely.
