Shen Rong was practicing calligraphy when he heard Lin Biao's words. His hand holding the brush paused in mid-air, and because the ink-soaked tip had not yet met the paper, large drops of ink dripped down, ruining the nearly finished character.
"What did you say?" Shen Rong looked at his trusted confidant. What is this mess about Chiang Qing and Bi Xiaojin?
The seventy-year-old gentleman asked so lightly, yet Lin Biao felt an inexplicable shudder in his heart, swallowed his saliva, and handed over the file folder in his hand, saying: "…The Third Mistress and this Bi Xiaojin have been too close."
Shen Rong looked at the file folder for a long time. What does 'too close' mean? It is merely a euphemistic expression. If Lin Biao hadn't found something, he would never have handed this to him. Surely, Chiang Qing had betrayed him.
He glanced down at the carefully written calligraphy, now ruined due to large drops of ink.
