Su Qingzhang stood up, his hand tightly clutching his cane, staring at Su Ziceng in shock, "How could you possibly know about these things?" His expression was tense, like a snake being stepped on at its vital spot.
"I happened upon Ye Taina's diary," Su Ziceng sighed long, "and learned about some things that happened between her and my mother back then."
What happened back then? Which incidents from the past? Who told her? Question after question flashed through Su Qingzhang's mind. He was anxious and agitated, tossing aside the previous matter about the Subi Auction House that he and Su Ziceng discussed.
"What on earth happened back then?" Su Ziceng's tone became more cautious as she asked; she rarely saw Su Qingzhang like this. At this moment, Su Qingzhang was enveloped in various emotions, completely unable to listen to what Su Ziceng was saying.
