Zhou Ang froze, as if struck by a spell. From his angle, he immediately saw his uncle Chen Jing's face turn even paler.
His mind raced, a flurry of thoughts racing through his head. Fortunately, when he first sensed something was amiss upon entering, he had some mental preparation, so he wasn't entirely caught off guard.
Zhou Ang turned around, his eyes wide with surprise.
His acting skills were forced back into action.
"This…"
He looked at the old servant, then back at Chen Jing, appearing completely bewildered.
"Not going to speak? I thought you'd beg me to let him go, to say this had nothing to do with him!" The old servant looked at Chen Jing with a mocking expression and disdain.
Zhou Ang turned to look at Chen Jing, only to see his hand, protruding from under t
