Shangguan Zeyun felt an indescribable sense of unease.
Bai Qingzhu continued, "How do you think your father died? Why do you think he left all his estate to your mother? Haven't you ever thought about this?"
Shangguan Zeyun was stunned, then realized something, "No, impossible."
"Stop deluding yourself! If it weren't for concrete evidence, do you think we would do this?" Bai Qingzhu's presence grew more intense.
It shook Shangguan Zeyun, forcing him to believe the truth.
But how could he accept it?
How to accept it?
Bai Qingzhu decided to deliver the final blow to his heart, "It was her! She killed your father!"
Shangguan Zeyun's legs instantly went weak.
"No, it's not true. My mother wouldn't do that."
