"So you're not that stupid." Jian Xing'er's tone was calm, but she revealed a sense of suppression.
Hou Cheng revealed a bitter look. "I really know my mistake… I shouldn't have scolded you."
Jian Xing'er couldn't even be bothered to look at him. "The lives of my entire family can't be compensated by just saying that you know you're in the wrong." Hou Cheng forced a smile and said, "Aunt, I don't understand what you mean."
"Stop pretending." Jian Xing'er's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Hou Qiang doesn't know that his son is an assassin, right? You hid your true colors quite well!"
Hou Cheng's expression froze. He didn't expect Jian Xing'er to know his background. "Aunt, it seems like you were prepared long ago. You even found out my identity, which I hid for so long."
