Meng Ziqi asserted obstinately: "How would I know how you killed my mother? All I know is that she pleaded you to spare me, but you denied it and even insulted her, which led her to have a sudden heart attack."
Yu Jingrong responded with a cold, mocking smile: "Meng Ziqi, everyone is watching what you're doing and you know very well what's really going on. The only reason I am here is to tell you this fact."
Meng Ziqi retorted, "You wretch, you're still not admitting to it."
Li Chengyun's eyebrows furrowed and there was an overwhelming anger on his handsome face. Feeling the sudden chilly air around him, Yu Jingrong merely raised her right hand and took his.
Her fingers were soft and smooth as she scratched on his palm, signalling him to calm down and not create any disturbances.
Li Chengyun glanced at her and after a moment's thought, sat back down. He also noticed Meng Ziqi who was sobbing uncontrollably. "Bro...brother, our mom...our mom really is dead… it's so unfair…"
