Perhaps There Really Is a Miracle

Shangjing City.

Wang Ye awkwardly escorted the little girl into the prison, then regained his usual coldness and headed for the Heaven Group Headquarters.

"Did that old fox Zhang Ziliang leave a body behind?"

The moment Wang Ye entered the Heaven Group Headquarters, he looked at the investigator by the door and asked.

The investigator froze for a moment, somewhat confused.

Wang Ye fell silent, then quickly realized that Zhang Ziliang's identity was sensitive throughout the entire human race. It was not about his identity, mainly because of his reputation.

Perhaps

the news had not been announced yet.

Wang Ye sighed. The old fox was already dead, yet he still had not cleared his own name?

But that made sense.

If he had truly cared about such things, he would not have been Zhang Ziliang.

"Come with me."

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Zhao Hai looked at Wang Ye calmly as he spoke.

Wang Ye nodded, his expression somewhat gloomy. He entered the elevator and watched the floor numbers steadily rise. Neither of them spoke.

For a time, the atmosphere inside the elevator was somewhat oppressive.

Only after the elevator reached the top floor did Zhang Ziliang rub his face, take a deep breath, and walk out.

This had originally been Zhang Ziliang's office, but it had now been temporarily turned into a mourning hall.

Two coffins, one large and one small, sat quietly there.

Wang Ye walked to the small coffin almost without hesitation and gave a self-mocking smile. "You spent your whole life being frugal, and even in death, you're still so stingy."

"You could at least have paid back what you owed me before dying."

Wang Ye sat beside it, looking somewhat desolate as he spoke softly.

Zhao Hai's expression turned somewhat strange. He looked at