He thought?
Cheng Dong's mind was briefly crossed by many thoughts, yet one message was crystal clear— at this very moment, he was bound.
If the Eldest Young Master really was on his side, he definitely wouldn't have tied him up.
Cheng Dong narrowed his eyes, "Does the Eldest Young Master know who I am?"
"Knows, the confidant of Gong Qiu."
"Gong..." He did not even address his father as Father, directly calling Lord Gong by his name.
Moreover, in the tone, there was not a hint of admiration or respect; instead, it was filled with indifference and mockery.
Cheng Dong stared at Meng Yunzheng for a long while, then suddenly grinned fiercely, "The Eldest Young Master's behavior today is indeed completely different from the one I met years ago. Back then, the Eldest Young Master was a naïve and reserved person."
Meng Yunzheng chuckled, "Right, otherwise, how would your dear brother have been killed by Gong Qiu?"
