Zhen Zhu slowly sat down opposite Zhen Chongming. She wanted to see what he had prepared.
"Your mother's death was due to a traffic accident. At that time, the police had already investigated it in detail."
Zhen Chongming didn't beat around the bush. "I'm sure you know that. But-"
He changed the topic and his eyes flickered. "There's a story behind this traffic accident."
Zhen Zhu clenched her fists. "What do you mean?"
"I remember that many years ago, you caused a ruckus at your father's birthday banquet and broke off relations with the family."
He continued unhurriedly, "I heard that it was because you think your mother's death is related to your father."
Zhen Zhu did not hide it as she said, "Yes."
He picked up his teacup and took a sip. "When you came to me to ask me about the whole story, it wasn't that I didn't want to tell you, but I couldn't tell you. However, your guess wasn't wrong."
