Actually, the children of the Xu family were not overly saddened; even among those who wept, few were truly sincere—it seemed more a performance for the spectators.
Xu Zhilin, the Xu family's second child, was visibly genuine, crying with the tip of his nose turning red, truly in pain.
Xiang Wan noticed the woman standing beside Xu Zhiheng—a middle-aged woman who had maintained herself well, exuding an elegant and luxurious air, even in a plain black dress that stood out from the ordinary.
She seemed to be crying even harder than Xu Zhilin, but there was not a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
She must be Xu Zhiheng's birth mother, Xu Lao's second wife, and the one who had suggested framing Xu Zhiyuan for Xiang Wan's murder.
At that thought, Xiang Wan felt a chill; beneath that facade of opulence lay something foul and detestable.
