"Did you hear that? For the past twenty-six years, the poor woman you have been persecuting is your daughter. That's your daughter.
"Now that your daughter has been kidnapped, do you still want to keep quiet?
"Xiao Zhiyue, look at me and tell me what happened. Do you know that Xiao Su was kidnapped?"
His voice was angry, urgent, and loud, almost enough to flip the roof over.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know at all…"
Xiao Zhiyue shouted, his forehead covered in sweat.
"I didn't do this…I've already decided to stop. You noticed it too, didn't you? I used Luo Xinge's death to give you an explanation…I don't want to touch Su Jin anymore…
I just want you to stop investigating…"
This was equivalent to admitting it.
Xiao Zhidong and Xiao Zhibei's faces immediately turned ashen. They were so angry that they could not say a word.
Jin Yuan was so angry that she sat down with her hand on her chest and pinched the space between her eyebrows.
