The Old Patriarch was that ruthless; how could he possibly not avenge his own sons and grandsons? So they all died, not a single one survived.
After that, Chang Yalan gradually stopped crying.
She couldn't help thinking of what Gu Qiaoqiao had said, and compared to that so‑called beautiful dream, at least in this life the few of them, brother and sisters, were all still alive.
So, just like her mom said, should she really be grateful that the Gu Family hadn't gone all the way to wipe them out, that they had shown mercy?
Chang Yalan silently lowered her head, biting her lips hard.
Gu Qiaoqiao stood at the doorway, froze for a moment, then curled her lips slightly and walked toward Brother Fong.
"Qiaoqiao, are you okay?" Fong Lei asked with concern.
"I'm fine. You can go on questioning her now; she'll probably confess," Gu Qiaoqiao said with a grin.
Fong Lei nodded, gave a few instructions to the men beside him, then left with Gu Qiaoqiao.
