Chapter 801

The Wang family.

In the dead of night, Wang Zhong was sitting in his small courtyard, gazing at the bright moon in the sky and drinking his sorrow away in solitude.

But the bitter wine only deepened his melancholy as it went down his throat; the moment he thought about how he had spent five thousand taels of silver only to buy a dose of humiliation, his heart throbbed with pain.

That god-awful Mr. Chen!

In the end, he had placed his trust in the wrong person!

He now deeply suspected that the death of the Prince of Rong had a great deal to do with this man!

"That pit-digging Mr. Chen, that damned Living Yama!"

Wang Zhong took a sip of the pungent wine, cursed through gritted teeth, and then a wave of worry welled up in the depths of his eyes.