Qianshan.
Yu Family Mansion.
Yu Changan was seated in an elegantly designed Sandalwood Taishi Chair, savoring a cup of Qianshan Tea, and asked indifferently, "Has Phoenix been beaten up?"
"Yes," Yu Haoran, standing beside him, nodded and said with a heavy tone, "Secretary Lin and I went to the Monitoring Bureau to pay a visit. At first, they refused to let us see him. When we finally did... Uncle Three had been beaten beyond recognition; it was almost impossible to identify him."
"Hiss..."
Yu Changan slowly took a large sip of tea, as if his son's life and death were less significant than this tea-tasting affair.
"It's indeed a curious matter," Yu Changan looked towards Yu Haoran and asked, "Does our Yu Family have a feud with the Monitoring Bureau?"
"No feud."
"What about Yan Wenli, any feud with him?"
"Although Yan Wenli has taken down a few of our chess pieces, it's not to the extent of fostering a vendetta..."
