C1099 Puppet Corpse

"Your son, Zhou Minghui," Lee Yun said deliberately, his gaze fixed intently on him. "When is his birthday?"

Zhou Youde's pupils contracted sharply. He parted his lips to speak, but Lee Yun preempted him, asking, "And your fortieth or fiftieth birthday celebration—when did you hold that?"

The seconds ticked by, and the air around them grew thick with tension