An Yan pursed her lips.
Old Xiao dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Miss, today's events are all my fault. I caused the Master's death. If the Master hadn't died, the Eldest Young Master might have been fine too. So please, Miss, agree to the Second Young Master's request. Try it, what if it works!"
Old Xiao had overheard An Duxuan's phone call with the lawyer.
Like An Duxuan, he would rather believe in ghosts than believe An Yaoluo would crash into An Zhongbo.
An Yan slowly shook her head.
"You're all wrong. My brother shouldn't have been sentenced for even a single day!"
"Because this was all a conspiracy orchestrated by Matsumoto Mina!"
"She used an unknown power to manipulate that car. Second Brother, right now, we shouldn't be thinking about reviving Father's body. Instead, we need to find a way to bring Matsumoto Mina to justice..."
Just as An Yan was about to convince An Duxuan, a shrill female voice suddenly pierced the air from outside.
