Ahem!
The two, their gazes entwined like silken threads, instinctively sprang apart, flustered enough to nearly overturn the chessboard on the table.
Xu Chengzhi reacted the fastest. "Uncle Mu..."
He was already calling him Uncle?
Wang Chen raised an eyebrow, badly wanting to ask whether the other man remembered he still had a father.
His father had been anxious and grief-stricken day and night over his disappearance, sparing no cost to push through a rescue plan.
Yet this brat was here, so happy he had forgotten the way home!
What a wonderfully filial son.
The beautiful young girl, Mu Zhenzhen, also called out shyly, "Dad."
"Zhenzhen, come out with me first."
Mu Haitao said expressionlessly, "This gentleman has something to say to Xu Chengzhi."
Mu Zhenzhen glanced at Wang Chen, worry showing in her eyes. She pressed her lips together, then reluctantly opened the iron door of the cell and walked out.
Though the door had been shut, it had not been locked at all!
After Mu Haitao left with his daughter, Wang Chen entered the cell and sat down opposite Xu Chengzhi.
Xu Chengzhi was somewhat uneasy, but he managed to remain calm. "Hello. May I ask who you are?"
Wang Chen did not answer. He took out a letter and handed it to him.
The letter had been personally written by Xu Shaocheng, at Wang Chen's specific request.
Xu Chengzhi accepted the letter in puzzlement, then opened it and read through it carefully.
His face gradually flushed red, shame visible to the naked eye. In the end, he covered his face outright.
Still salvageable.
Wang Chen silently passed judgment in his heart.
After a long while, Xu Chengzhi calmed himself, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and respectfully bowed to Wang Chen. "Sir, Xu Chengzhi