Su Xin sighed, "Jingrong, you really look like your dad."
In fact, that was not the case, as Yu Jingrong resembled her mother more, which was why she was considered beautiful. Both her mother and Lang Qingge had inherited their grandmother's stunning appearance, but Yu Jingrong's personality was more like her dad's.
However, she would, of course, not say anything.
With a faint smile directed at Su Xin, her mood suddenly dropped, and in a somewhat dazed manner, she said, "It's just a pity that my dad was so unfortunate, having been killed by someone."
Su Xin's head exploded with a bang, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, and she stared at Yu Jingrong in shock.
Everyone had been saying that her dad died by suicide, and the years since had been calm. So why would she suddenly tell her that her dad had been murdered?
Surprise flashed and vanished quickly as Su Xin regained her composure, asking with puzzled concern, "Your dad, wasn't he said to have died by suicide?"
