Yin Zhen let out a cold laugh, "Someone is after your daughter's life, and you're not even anxious. Let me guess why, perhaps you know exactly who the murderer might be, but you choose to turn a blind eye because he's your favorite, so you plan to have me swallow this injustice."
Yin Hongjiang's expression began to sour.
"Who is so worthy of your protection? Only your son, Yin He," Yin Zhen had already guessed it.
Besides Yin He, there was no one else who had such deep hatred for her to wish her dead.
"Is it just because he is a boy?" Yin Zhen asked.
Yin Hongjiang's face turned grim, "That's your grandpa's wish."
"What about you, then? You are my father, my biological father," Yin Zhen emphasized each word.
Yin Hongjiang, unable to meet her gaze, advised, "We're a family, let's not make this ugly."
