When Zhao Youming heard the girl's accusation, his face immediately changed. He turned to the former master and cried out, "Grandfather, I'm Innocent! I don't even know this woman, let alone her sister. I really didn't know anything about this. I'm the victim!"
"You!" The girl saw Zhao Youming feigning ignorance. When she remembered that she shared a 70-80% resemblance to her sister, she grew even more furious.
"You don't know me. Yes, you don't know me, but you can recognize this face, right? Don't tell me that you've already forgotten. Could you so easily dismiss the woman you killed, my sister, Yao Qingyan!"
When he suddenly heard the name Yao Qingyan, Zhao Youming's body trembled. Although it was only for a moment, he was still caught by Zhao Youlin and the others.
The former master and the others' faces turned cold. They now knew that the person in front of them was the sister of the girl who died.
