"Hmph! You may have been clever your whole life, but right now, aren't you still falling into my hands!"
Ming Zhonghou sneered triumphantly.
He had just opened his mouth to call someone in, when a sharp pain struck the back of his head; he blacked out on the spot.
The ones who appeared in this room were precisely Luo Yihe and Zhen Xing.
The one who knocked Ming Zhonghou out was Zhen Xing.
Luo Yihe glanced at the old man, then instructed Zhen Xing, "First help my father out, then throw this old man and that rotten woman together."
"Yes, Master."
Only now did Zhen Xing finally understand why Luo Yihe needed to clean the Dark Ink off that Shao Yi's face.
If that Shao Yi's face didn't appear in front of all the officials, how could one clearly lay out Ming Zhonghou's shamelessness?
