Chen Fulin fell silent; the threat was effective.
Mr. Zhuang cared about the reputation of Bai Shan and his family; Chen Fulin cared even more about his own. Whether true or false, the rumor would greatly impact him. If Mr. Zhuang truly possessed the two items he mentioned, it would be a fatal blow to him.
This was also the absolute reason why he could not allow Mr. Zhuang to stay in the capital.
However, Mr. Zhuang was no longer someone he could simply banish at will.
Chen Fulin took a deep breath, stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait a moment," Mr. Zhuang lifted his head to look at him, his lips curling slightly, "Brother Chen and I have forgotten one thing, your nephew is only a few years younger than my Dalang, he has also entered officialdom, hasn't he?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fulin's face turned pale, he quickly turned back, glaring at Mr. Zhuang, "What are you trying to do?"
Mr. Zhuang lifted the teacup in his hand slightly towards him as a gesture.
