Song Qinghuan blinked and glanced at Shi Yuhuan before spreading open the folder in her hand, which contained a thick stack of materials, including printed documents, newspaper clippings, and photos.
She flipped through them, page by page, her surprise growing with each turn, and finally she burst out in anger, "So when the child was carried off by Shi Guozheng, it was related to her!"
Now she understood why Shi Yuhuan said she was no longer afraid, because anger had replaced her fear.
"Right," Shi Yuhuan replied coolly.
"This... did you know about this all along?" Song Qinghuan could not contain her anger, snapped the file shut, and then flung it aside harshly, "Then why didn't you tell me? If I had known, I would have definitely..."
