"This is your son's good doing. Secret funds. Shadow operatives are infiltrating my company. Surveillance operations." His eyes lifted cold, and pitiless. "All of it traced back to Tang Fenghao."
His voice turned to steel.
"I want to see him. Now."
Tang Yanshi's eyes flicked to the scattered documents, but his expression barely shifted.
He didn't look surprised, merely resigned. "I'm not responsible for every action my son takes. By now, you should know, all my sons operate independently. They move on their own." His tone was carefully measured. "I can't control their every decision. If they make mistakes, the consequences are theirs to bear."
"If I thought so," Yunchen replied, his voice dropping to something deadly, "I wouldn't be here."
His gaze turned glacial, each word precisely enunciated.
"And you know you'll be held responsible for what happens next."
