Su Hongxing was stunned, again, it was six years ago.
"What exactly happened six years ago? Back then, you told me I was too young to ask questions that shouldn't be asked. Now that Mr. Xiao has passed away, aren't you willing to tell me the truth? Did Zhou Luhe do something excessive to you?" Su Hongxing rushed to Xiao Ji, but was met with Xiao Ji's bloodshot eyes, hard as iron.
Xiao Ji grabbed Su Hongxing's hand and pulled her into his arms: "Xingxing, stop asking, when the time comes, I'll tell you, but not now."
He had barely made it to this day, but his father was no more. At that moment, he was lost, feeling as though he could no longer find a path forward.
"Alright, I won't ask, until the day you're ready to tell me." Su Hongxing lightly patted Xiao Ji's shoulder and said softly, "Mrs. Xiao is unconscious due to shock, you can't collapse. You're Mr. Xiao's pride; the funeral arrangements still need you."
