Gu Junzhu fiddled with his fingertips, a slight hook on his lips, a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "I'm really looking forward to her reaction when she finds out that the man she considers less than a dog, the one she's been persecuting, is actually not the murderer of her mother, but someone who's been framed."
After thinking for a moment, he added two more sentences: "I think she must be shocked, regretful, heartbroken... uh, best if she's in so much pain she doesn't want to live! Anyway, as long as she's not doing well, I'm satisfied. Who asked her to mess with my son, right?"
"Agree with what?" Ye Xingbei couldn't help laughing and crying, extending a finger to poke his chest: "Who says only we women are petty? I see you big men aren't any more generous."
