The living room of the Qiao family's mansion was completely silent.
A man and a woman stood in the middle of the hall. In front of them was a man who was kneeling with his head lowered, repenting.
If his circle found out that this kneel had ruined his manliness, he would never be able to lift his head in this life.
However, some things were wrong. The key was that he knew he was wrong, but he didn't care.
If his aunt had not told him, he would have forgotten that the car accident had almost killed Enoch and Xia Ning. He would not have known that he had indeed killed a child of his brother and Xia Ning.
He wished he could beat himself to death at the thought of all the misunderstandings he had about Xia Ning.
How could he have the face to despise her? how could he have the face to interfere in the matter between her and her brother?
Wen Yu glanced at Gao Yang, then at Xia Ning. This was a bit intriguing.
