But Song Jiayu just sneered coldly, "You understand? What do you understand?"
Wen Nian's figure halted, he slightly turned his head, glancing at Song Jiayu with the corner of his eye, then immediately withdrew his gaze, he said calmly,
"Minister Long, Song Jiayu might not be willing to admit to his crimes. Take him into custody, and then you can personally tell him."
"Wen Nian, you're mistaken! Now, I am the President!"
"Mr. President Song Jiayu suddenly suffered a heart attack and has passed away."
"...Wen Nian!"
"All these years, you've maintained a good image; I'll preserve that for you. But your life, I cannot spare."
"Wen Nian, you dare! You dare!"
Song Jiayu bared his teeth and grimaced, as Long Siyan approached step by step, his expression stern and his presence overwhelming, not at all as if he was there just to intimidate him.
Wen Nian didn't even listen to what he was saying before he had made his decision.
