Jian Xi dragged Pei Di into a secluded stairwell corner and warned him in a low voice, "Shouting everywhere that he's your uncle, are you trying to shorten your life?"
"It's the truth." Pei Di finally gained some freedom and tugged at his collar, "But you, what are you doing here now? Are you here to confess?"
"Confess what?" Jian Xi squinted at Pei Di, sensing an underlying meaning in his words.
"Nan Mufeng killed my uncle, aren't you feeling guilty? You're here to watch, hoping he dies?" Pei Di asked viciously.
Jian Xi was shocked, "What are you saying?"
"Hmph, despite my uncle treating you so well. Giving you jewelry, giving you clothes. Yet your husband dealt him a fatal blow!"
"That's impossible!" Jian Xi's face darkened.
How could Nan Mufeng possibly kill Mr. Han? It's absolutely impossible...
"I have evidence!" Pei Di snorted coldly.
"Let me see!"
"No! You're in league with Nan Mufeng, I can't show it to you."
"Pei Di!" Jian Xi shouted.
