With that, Xia Liang hung up.
At this moment, Master Tonghui's expression had changed completely.
"Some people are disrespectful despite their age. Their skills are inferior, yet they remain shamelessly thick-skinned!" Xia Liang let out a cold laugh. "I wonder if that old bag of bones can withstand the Meng Family's storm once the results are out!"
CLANG!
With a crisp sound, the teacup in Master Tonghui's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Xia Liang feigned surprise. "Yo! Master Tonghui, why so nervous? I was talking about the murderer, not you!"
A faint smile played at the corners of Xia Liang's eyes. However, who among those present wasn't shrewd? How could they not realize that Xia Liang's words held a hidden meaning? It was obvious he was hinting at something to Master Tonghui.
