Jiang Biyun collapsed in misery at the thought that Shen Chunlin had long since changed his heart and even had a son, "If it weren't for me, he would still be laboring away in a small county town. Why was I so foolish to give him everything I had, only for him to—"
Ming Yao watched as Jiang Biyun's tears fell like broken pearls, her lips twitching impassively, "It's just a pity that you have no evidence to prove that those things were orchestrated by him."
"Who says I don't?" After all, it was a huge matter like poisoning Old Madam Ming, and Jiang Biyun was afraid of taking responsibility alone, so she secretly made a recording.
"I have a recording pen, it's at..." Jiang Biyun gave an address.
After she spoke, she suddenly realized something was amiss.
Why had she foolishly blurted out everything?
