Zhou Qiangsen had been rambling on for a long time. Although Jiang Yue was a little surprised, it didn't exceed his understanding, and he naturally processed the information.
But suddenly, Zhou Qiangsen changed the subject and mentioned his mother, which undoubtedly exploded in Jiang Yue's chest like a bombshell.
Mother...
When the Era of Strangeness had just descended not long ago, his mother, who entered his dreams almost precisely on time every day, had haunted Jiang Yue for ten years. She had always been an unresolved pain deep within his heart. To have her mentioned again was like touching a wound that had never healed.
Jiang Yue could no longer remain calm.
"Old Zhou, you actually know about my mother? Is your department's intelligence capability that extensive?" Jiang Yue's tone turned somewhat grim, his eyes becoming extremely sharp in that instant.
Anyone in this situation would find it impossible to remain calm.
He thought the wound was unknown to anyone, and he would bear it silently.
Such a wound was like a forbidden zone that couldn't be touched, a privacy one was unwilling to have scrutinized.
Now, to discover that this privacy had long been seen through, and that many people seemed to know about it and had spread it widely, how could Jiang Yue not change color? His tone naturally became somewhat unfriendly.
Zhou Qiangsen clearly sensed Jiang Yue's emotional anomaly.
"Mr. Jiang, this intelligence was provided by the intelligence department when we left the capital. Regarding the disappearance of the archaeological team your mother was part of, there are two files: one is closed as a common traffic accident, and the other is a classified file. Departments without the proper clearance absolutely cannot see it. What I saw was only partial information provided by the intelligence department; I