Dong Shan pursed her lips tightly, her already pale face devoid of any color, sitting there motionless, stiff as a wooden doll.
The shouting from downstairs became louder and louder, Qiao Zhengchong unreservedly released his anger and complaints, his hoarse voice filled with fury, "If I had known back then, would I be controlled by others like today? You… and her… you both colluded to deceive me... you actually all deceived me!"
"Only I was kept in the dark; everyone else knew, except for me."
"After all these years, I've finally realized... what it meant when Qiao Zhengyuan looked at me back then!"
He was very angry, livid, and even seemed a bit breathless when he spoke!
"Qiao Dongyang, if you are my son, then tell me the truth…"
"Was she actually raped, or was she having an affair with Qiao Rui'an?"
This question struck like a hammer, instantly draining all the color from Dong Shan's face, leaving it as pale as a sheet of paper.
