"You... what are you saying, young girl! The one being beaten is your own brother! How can you not even try to stop it?" Meng's heart clenched in pain as she saw Wang Ao's skin split open and bleed.
"Him? My own brother? When he was hitting me, did he think that I was his own sister?" Wang Yun's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "Not only does he deserve to be beaten, but he must also be investigated. He must know something about Daddy's death!"
"Are you trying to anger me to death? I told you not to do anything, yet you insist on meddling in everything!" Meng's heart ached as she clutched her chest, and the portrait she held fell to the ground.
Wang Yun picked up the portrait, bowed respectfully, and handed it to Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue gave it to a Shadow Guard outside the door and told him to quickly follow his orders.
Just as she turned to walk back, she noticed Wang Yun kneeling in front of Chu Yihan, apparently pleading for something.
