Qin Zhonghui fell silent, unsure of what to say.
After Qin Jiao asked Li Ming a few more questions, she left with her father. Once they were in the car, Qin Zhonghui kept sighing. "I just don't understand how Old Third ended up like this."
"You reap what you sow," Qin Jiao said matter-of-factly. Having been reborn and remembering how her parents were bullied in her past life, she couldn't bring herself to feel close to this uncle.
Hate was too strong a word.
Since she no longer cared, there was no room for hate.
Qin Zhonghui, however, was a bit of a softy. He kept sighing, so much that Qin Jiao was left speechless.
"Dad, what are you sighing about?" Qin Jiao asked.
"I just have this feeling... that he wasn't the one who did the killing. But if that's really the case, why would Feng Lan say otherwise? If Feng Lan framed Old Third, why won't he tell the truth?"
Qin Jiao started the car. "It's simple," she said calmly. "Uncle is trying to protect the real killer."
