Shao Yiping, wearing ankle cuffs, paced anxiously, the cuffs clattering as he moved. Suddenly, his footsteps changed, and he abruptly turned around to look at the man outside.
His posture was upright, exuding extraordinary presence, his long-term authority lent him an intimidating aura even without anger, and his gaze was sharp and insightful.
Shao Yiping had secretly seen Hai Shuangjie before; this was not him, but someone even more imposing.
He guessed in his heart that only someone as renowned as Hai Yunfeng could possess such an aura.
Hai Yunfeng looked at Shao Yiping, sizing him up internally, having grasped the situation in detail on the way here. He couldn't help but think that if Zhou Yuan had married him, perhaps she would have been happier.
Shao Yiping hesitated before speaking, but under his sharp gaze, he conceded first.
"Hmm!" Hai Yunfeng nodded and then, expressionless, said, "Zhou Yuan is dead; she just committed suicide."
