Zuo Xingyun placed the teacup on the coffee table with just the right amount of force, producing the perfect sound, "Since that's the case, Madam, feel free to go upstairs and see for yourself. However, let me be clear, if the result isn't what you hoped for, you may find that exiting this door won't be so easy."
Seeing the grimness in his eyes, the woman hesitated.
Before coming here, she had inquired about what kind of person Zuo Xingyun was. If it weren't for the raging fire in her heart that she couldn't swallow, she wouldn't have had the courage to come here alone.
The driver who had brought her was stopped outside the gates of the Xiang Mansion. She realized this belatedly, and a slight cold sweat broke out on her back.
On one hand, she wanted to seek justice for her daughter who had been in a vegetative state for many years, and on the other, it was a risk to venture here alone. It was a difficult choice to make.
