"Yes, sister is still alive. She didn't die, Yingluo."
Ruan Mengmeng told him everything she had heard from Feng yihuan.
When the president heard that his granddaughter had been 'killed' in a car accident arranged by his biological father, the solid wood table in the secret room broke into two with a bang.
"Zhan Yang, what kind of son did I raise? He said that he is cold to the world and only he is noble. How could he do this to Shishi? she is his own flesh and blood. Does he have a heart?"
The old president's hair was white, and he was obviously exhausted by the truth.
