"So you are Chen Yuan!"
By the time Chen Yuan returned to the hall, Mrs. Wu was staring at him full of hatred, obviously having heard the conversation outside earlier.
"What, does the lady know of Chen?"
Chen Yuan sat at the head of the table, expressionless.
"Did you kill Qing'er?"
"Of course not, though I did indeed wish to kill her, sadly I missed the opportunity..." Chen Yuan said with a smile.
"Then how did Qing'er die? Was it because of you..."
"Slap."
Wang Ping's heavy slap crashed onto Mrs. Wu's face, knocking her to the ground, "Are you interrogating us, or are we interrogating you?"
"You..."
Mrs. Wu covered her face, now marked with a bright red handprint, hatred flickering in her eyes.
Previously it was fear, but now that she knew Chen Yuan's true identity, it was utter hatred. Even if Qing'er wasn't killed by Chen Yuan, setting aside the facts, could there really be no connection to Chen Yuan at all?
