Thinking back to three years ago when Xia Weibao didn't know she was Lu Hualiang's fiancée and suffered an unexpected calamity.
She didn't even know why she went mad; it felt so cruel to her.
Yan Lingyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The cold night wind poured into her nose, it hurt a little, making it look red.
"Xiao Fei, do you think if I hadn't left just like that three years ago, Weiyang wouldn't have targeted Xia Weibao?"
Realizing what she was saying, Yan Fei suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide open, "Aunt, you..."
You know everything?
Yan Lingyi spread out the white paper in her hand, looking at what Yan Weiyang had done to Xia Weibao in the mental institution over these three years.
Her tone was somewhat distant, "That day you and Weiyang argued, neither of you were willing to say the reason, so I had someone look into it.
In the morning, the information was delivered to my desk, and I only just had time to look at it.
