Xi Yuan stared at the contents of the e-mail, his mind going utterly blank for a moment. Sensing something was amiss, Xi Fang approached his brother from behind, his concern growing as he wondered what could be troubling the Superfamily and the Jiangs so deeply.
But as he looked at the pictures, the man squeezed his eyes shut. Those were his grandparents—shot, blood oozing down their bodies, dim yellow streetlights casting a harrowing glow on their lifeless forms. It was dreadful, just a glimpse of what had happened to them. He could not even fathom how Xi Yuan must have witnessed the tragedy unfold years ago. And as the realization hit him, Xi Fang opened his eyes and turned his attention to the man beside him, worry etched across his face.
