Bab 1722: Grand Banquet

At the thought that there was still a mastermind behind this, a chill ran down Xiao Ying's spine.

That person was definitely not simple. It was very likely that he had colluded with Ba Er before.

"Could it be Long Di?" Xiao Ying stared at Long Ming unblinkingly.

Long Ming shook his head.

He had already gotten someone to interrogate Long Di the day he had seen this document in the conference room. He had used all kinds of methods, but Long Di jhad refused to admit that he had leaked the information.

With Long Di's personality, he would have used it to threaten him the day he planned to usurp the throne if he had such information!

Seeing Long Ming shake his head, Xiao Ying pursed her lips tightly. "Then who could it be?" Seeming to have thought of something, Xiao Ying stood up, wanting to walk out of the study. Long Ming grabbed Xiao Ying's wrist. "Where are you going?"

"Bring your phone over."

Long Ming let go of Xiao Ying's wrist.