Fan Chengzhuo's body gave an imperceptible twitch.
He stared at Ye Chutang in disbelief, almost thinking he had misheard. "Wha-what?"
'Didn't that person die in that fire long ago?!'
'Why would Ye Chutang suddenly bring him up?!'
Seeing his reaction, Ye Chutang already knew the answer.
'It seems Fan Chengzhuo really did have a hand in Uncle Di's imprisonment all those years.'
"I wonder if you'd be willing to talk, Mr. Fan?"
After a brief stupor, Fan Chengzhuo suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha... Hahaha...!"
'Retribution!'
'This is truly retribution!'
He laughed with abandon, filled with the glee of having seen his deepest grudge avenged.
'Xiao Chenglin must have calculated everything, but he never would have imagined leaving such a gaping hole in his plans!'
"You... you actually have the nerve to ask me?" He gave a sinister laugh. "If you even know about him, is there anything you can't uncover?"
He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear.
