"Precisely. Truth to be told, we had monitor her for four years before we decided to dismissed her three years and eight months ago when we did not manage to pinned her with the group."
"Then, what prompting you to suspect her back then and now again?" Clenching and unclenching his fist, Song Jing pinned his gazes on Wang Lei.
"Because of my youngest daughter. She-"
"Your children are alive?" Song Jing gaped.
"Why not when I'm still very much alive?"
"You falsified their deaths too."
Wang Lei shrugged. "She was in the same university as your daughter, had an ambiguous relationship with your supposed to be son-in-law, Li's heir. She received many death threats that time and almost being stab to death by a man, whom we managed to arrest and upon 'fancy' interrogation, he admitted being paid by your daughter. The man had a cobra tattoo on his thigh."
"Now?"
