While others might not recognize the handwriting on this anonymous letter, Xie Suzhi identified it at a glance!
It was the handwriting of his younger brother, Second Master Xie, Xie Dizhi.
Ever since Second Master Xie had been paralyzed, he could only move his left hand, so his handwriting was different from others.
The grim expression on Xie Suzhi's face softened.
"Mingxu, what are your thoughts?"
"I…" Xie Mingxu paused for a moment. "I trust Second Uncle. He's not that kind of person."
Forget the fact that Xie Dizhi was paralyzed—even if he weren't, what would be his motive for doing this?
To drive out an adopted daughter, Shen Ningning, for the sake of his own daughter, Xie Yuanjiu?
If it were anyone else, Xie Suzhi might have suspected it was possible.
But for his younger brother, it was absolutely impossible.
Besides, Xie Dizhi was hardly a fool. Why would he leave his own handwriting on an anonymous letter?
