"And this mysterious person knows our company's inner secrets so well, most likely he has bribed one of our internal employees…"
Nangong Yaoling's fingertips slowly slid across his chin, his gaze carrying a hint of menace.
Qin Yi stepped forward and suddenly drew a handgun, pointing it at the forehead of the man in his thirties.
The man was scared stiff, his face turning as pale as a sheet as he said, "I… I'll talk… Just don't kill me…"
"Who is it?"
"It's… it's Xiao He from your finance department, Manager Xiao… he… he gave me 500,000 to spread the Young Master's and that woman's affairs online… and said he would give me another 1.5 million after it's done…"
"So it's really him!" Nangong Yaoling gritted his knuckles until they cracked. He had suspected this person all along, but because he was an old-timer who had founded the company alongside An Zongcheng, his grandfather had always held him in high regard. For the sake of their old ties, he had turned a blind eye.
