When Li Zhiwei played the family card, Li Qingcang and Qie Yiyan were fully on guard.
"We can't call you Aunt because we know who is behind the scenes when Uncle was separated from Aunt back then."
Qie Yiyan's words made Li Zhiwei ask hurriedly, "At this point, do you still want to say I'm behind this?"
"It's not you. It's your father, Li Hezheng. You can ask your father If you don't believe it."
Li Zhiwei's pretty face did not have the slightest hint of blood.
She murmured, "No, it's impossible."
"If you don't believe it, go back home and ask your father. Your father will tell you the truth about all this."
Li Zhiwei's body was like falling leaves in the autumn wind.
Her pretty face was white. She covered her lips with her hand for a long time without daring to move.
She felt her blood flow backward, and her whole body was covered with ice and snow.
