"Yan Xiaoyi, since you have courted death, you should prepare to be annihilated. You and Zhao Ming Hua will pay for everything. Especially my mother's death."
Yan Qing Shan murmured as she gritted her teeth. In her past life, she had learned that her mother's death was not an accident at all. Zhao Ming Hua had a backer who helped her machinate Zhao Ming Yue's death. However, Yan Qing Shan was unable to find out who that backer was except for the fact that it was someone from the underworld. She died before she could even discover who it was.
She took deep breaths and calmed herself, the killing intent shrouding her slowly faded. Yan Qing Shan took out her phone and dialled a number she had avoided contacting for so long. After a few rings, a deep aged voice resounded. Her throat constricted as she clamped down the emotions bubbling up in her heart.
"Jii-chan*"
Yan Qing Shan said with a hoarse voice. There was a hint of yearning and reluctance in her tone.