Tears and snot streamed down Zhao Zhe's face. The moment he caught sight of Xie Anjun in his periphery, he seemed to throw all caution to the wind and pointed at him abruptly!
"It's—it's the Marquis Zhongyong! He forced me to do it all!"
A sharp pain shot through Xie Anjun's head, and a nerve seemed to throb uncontrollably. Blood rushed to his face as he spun around, his expression savage. "Mr. Zhao! You and I have no quarrel! Why would you frame me like this?! What are you truly after?!"
When he saw Zhao Zhe had been captured, he'd considered the possibility that his plan was exposed. But he never imagined that Zhao Zhe wouldn't even wait for a proper interrogation before spilling the beans!
'Is the man trying to get himself killed even faster?!'
But Zhao Zhe was past the point of caring about any of that.
