Song Jinyan finally couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes shot a trace of cold light as he looked at his grandfather, "Grandfather, how can there be so many coincidences in the world? Investigating Su Xuewen and the family that raised Song Jiaming, it's not hard to make clear the connection between them."
At this point, Song Jinyan couldn't even bring himself to call him uncle.
Old Master Xu Song's face became unspeakably ugly.
"Why?" Song Jinyan asked weakly.
Why do this?
Why not admit it?
Old Master Xu Song's body suddenly swayed, and he almost stumbled to the ground, his complexion ashen and terrifying. Song Jinyan hurried forward to support him, feeling slightly guilty for pressing too hard.
"How can I admit it now?" After who knows how long, Old Master Xu Song sat in a chair, bracing himself on the tabletop, and asked with a voice hoarse and aged, "Do you know how Jiaming's leg became crippled? Do you know why Su Xuewen... why Su Xuewen died?"
