Qiao Zhengyu was terrified. He knew that even if he was crippled, as long as he was not dead, he could not escape this calamity. He simply rolled his eyes and kicked his feet, pretending to be unconscious.
Song Yiyan looked down at Qiao Zhengyu, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. She smiled and said, "Grandpa, the legs of an unconscious person won't twitch, only a dying person will move their legs. Moreover, ordinary people won't faint when their bodies are in extreme pain. They will only faint and wake up repeatedly."
Qiao Zhengyu was already filled with hatred. After the matter was exposed, he wanted to pretend to be dead and muddle through, at least he could hang around for a while longer. When he heard Song Yiyan's words, he wanted to vomit blood.
Wasn't he doing this for her own good? Why does she want Ji Xing so much? It was worth her own biological uncle so badly.
