Ji Lingchen did not bring his little wife back to the Ji family's residence. Instead, he went straight to Spirit Creek Villa.
Fang Xiaonuan looked at the familiar white building and refused to get out of the car no matter what.
Ji Lingchen lost his patience and carried her into the living room, throwing her on the sofa. "Sit down!"
Fang Xiaonuan scrambled to the corner of the sofa. This place was unlike the Ji family's residence. There was no one to back her up here. There was no one else in Spirit Creek Villa, and no one would care what her husband did to her. An idea came to her mind, and she quickly said, "Hubby, the Feng family knows about Xiaoyu's death fifteen years ago. Today, they said with great certainty that Xiaoyu died fifteen years ago. But Dad has kept this matter a secret. You and big brother didn't even know about it, so how could they know? Something is amiss!"
