If before it was only suspicion, by this point, Shi Qianxi was almost entirely certain.
But she felt no excitement, no joy.
Even when she had smashed down just now, she would have rather been scolded harshly by her mother.
But the truth was cruel.
Her own uncle hadn't been hurt at all; he had been acting the entire time.
Although it was possible to collude with a doctor to perform a minor melodrama, Meng Jiye understood that the performance could no longer continue.
It was impossible for the doctor to withstand such immense pressure and keep up the charade, especially when there was more than one doctor in the hospital.
He awkwardly found himself unable to speak.
"Uncle, I'm going to ask you one more time, what's the real relationship between you and that Yu Wenjie?"
"I really don't know him..."
"You're still lying!"
Shi Qianxi's eyes reddened, completely disregarding respect for one's elders, as she stared intently at Meng Jiye.
