Xia Mingzheng reached out to put his hand on his wife's shoulder. He… did not want for this to happen, but this scandal really left them with no choice. He was more afraid that there would be more things about Yixuan that would appear. His daughter was already dead, please, don't hurt her again.
"Won't you think about it more? She is your daughter after all." Song Wan clenched her fingers briefly. She couldn't imagine how there would be such cruel parents in the world. That child had nothing left. Did they really have to be so unfeeling?
"There's no need to consider. We have already decided." Shen Yijun said coldly. She hated—loathed—the fact that she could have such a daughter who killed her own sister and kept silent, and she was even so despicable. The whole family was humiliated along with her.
Song Wan closed her eyes. It seemed like there was nothing else she could do but stay silent.
