Qiao Dongyang knew what she was about to say—it was nothing other than the incident when he blinded Qiao Rui'an's eyes.
"But, isn't it because you're afraid I'd spill the beans about his so-called good deeds?" Qiao Dongyang looked at her coldly, "Others might not know what kind of person Qiao Rui'an is, but surely you, Grandmother, are not in the dark?"
Old Mrs. Qiao's eyes darkened.
He smiled.
Deliberately slowly, icily, he uttered a sentence.
"The person who probably knows best about what happened back then must be you. Qiao Rui'an might deceive others, but not you. He confessed to you a long time ago, didn't he?"
The elderly lady couldn't catch her breath and glared at him.
Qiao Dongyang: "As for Qiao Rui'an's matter, the court will have its judgment. What I want to ask is not about this incident—"
What was it, then?
Everyone looked at him.
Qiao Dongyang's lips curled slightly, "It's about what my grandfather and granduncle did back then."
