Mi Yao's heart sank; Little Hu Zi was actually biting back at her dad!
"Boss, think carefully, it's okay if you can't remember, but you must not talk recklessly. It can lead to trouble," Huangfu Jianchen narrowed his eyes.
Little Hu Zi nodded affirmatively, "I remember correctly. When Mi Zhenglin was still the mayor, immensely prestigious, he came to me one day asking me to get him a batch of silencers. C5 pistols are hard to come by; the scrutiny is intense. I had only managed to bring in goods once, and it was Mi Zhenglin who bought them."
Huangfu Jianchen wanted to speak, but Mi Yao beat him to it. She pulled out a photo from her bag and handed it to Little Hu Zi, "Did you sell it to this person?"
Little Hu Zi looked closely twice, "Yes, it's him!"
Mi Yao almost laughed. Little Hu Zi had already shown his slip-up because the photo in her hand wasn't her father at all!
Deceiving, who couldn't?
She had merely used a fake photo.
