One sentence left Wei Mingxuan speechless.
Qiao Nian half-squinted her eyes, thinking about the small book in her hand. Her voice was hoarse, and she only asked, "Do you want to find out the cause of Old Master Wei's death?"
Wei Lou didn't turn around. Qiao Nian could only see his cold chin. "I don't want to investigate the cause of the old man's death. I knew that he had to leave eventually. Even if he didn't leave this time, he would only be around for two years. But I can't stand the way some people act as if they didn't do anything wrong even though they clearly did. They don't even feel guilty! Look at their faces. Have they ever felt guilty?"
Qiao Nian glanced at Wei Ying and Liang Lu. Apart from their vigilance and unconcealed ambition, neither of them felt guilty about Old Master Wei's death.
"Indeed." Her eyes were dark and she didn't speak, but her eyes became cold.
