"Where is my son now?" Bei Shengri stepped into the center of the hall, looking at the Old Madam with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Shengri, listen to me..."
The Old Madam's eyes flickered with panic, and she quickly stood up.
Bei Qingyue had already sealed the news of Bei Zicheng's death, so how did Bei Shengri find out?
Who tipped him off?
Or has the Bei Family already been infiltrated by his spies?
The Old Madam's words were cut off directly by Bei Shengri.
He had no patience left to waste words with the Old Madam.
"Tell me quickly, where exactly is Zicheng?"
Bei Shengri's voice was loud, and it no longer carried any of the fear and respect he once had for the Old Madam.
That morning, when he received a call from a stranger saying something had happened to Zicheng, he could hardly believe it.
But the person on the other end spoke with certainty, saying that if he went to the Bei Family now, he could still make it in time to see Bei Zicheng's body.
