Xia Yangyang cried for a long time before she finally stopped.
It seemed as if she had vented all the pent-up emotions of the past few years at once.
After Xia Yangyang had calmed down, Gu Zhaohan handed her some tissues.
Xia Yangyang took the tissues, lowering her eyes, "I'm sorry, I lost control."
Gu Zhaohan said: "Now that you and her have laid all the cards on the table, you need to be careful around her in the future."
Xia Yangyang nodded: "I will pay attention."
"What do you plan to do?"
Xia Yangyang shook her head: "I haven't thought of a solution yet. I'm just certain that she is the murderer of my parents. I can't let her off easily, but so many years have passed since the incident and I can't find any concrete evidence."
Gu Zhaohan said: "If it's done intentionally, there must be evidence. Wasn't she in collusion with my second uncle to sabotage your dad's car back then? We'll start by investigating the person who the act."
Xia Yangyang suddenly remembered.
