"President Han, I don't understand what you mean." Su Qingying frowned slightly.
Han Derun immediately let out a cold snort. "Hmph! Now that things have come to this, are you still going to pretend? Su Qingying, let me ask you! How did my son Han Weizhao die?!"
"I don't know."
Su Qingying answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Hmph! You don't even seemed embarrassed or guilty when you answered!" Han Derun's brows were filled with anger.
"Grandpa Han, Qingying feels that she has a clear conscience. She thinks that Han Weizhao's death was completely his own fault and doesn't know what it has got to do with her."
If Han Weizhao hadn't wanted to use his status to bully them and forcefully bring them into the villa to torture them, why would Qin Bei go on a killing spree?
A woman was weak, but as a mother, she was tough. She could tolerate others bullying her.
