Two days later, Jingdu. 

Over at Thunder Horse Organization’s headquarters in Beijing where a cluster of reporters surrounded the premises. 

“CEO Liang, what will Thunder Horse Organization’s next move be?” a reporter took to ask.

“CEO Liang, now that Mr Xia Lei is gone, who will inherit the organisation? Will it be his sister or his unborn child?” 

Another reporter quickly followed up with another question. 

“CEO Liang, is the child in your belly Mr Xia Lei’s love child?”

A little spark lit up the forest fire. 

“CEO Liang, my apologies in advance for the offensive question, but our sources informed us that the child is Mr Xia’s. Thunder Horse Organization is a significant asset of our national defence, so we are truly intrigued to know who the successor will be.” The aggressive reporter went on bombarding her with borderline offensive questions.

Liang Siyao chuckled at their questions. She felt no obligation to reply to their request, and unlike two days ago, she was calm and composed. Prior to knowing that Xia Lei was alive and well, these questions would have sparked a tsunami of emotions within herself. But now, she was relieved.

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