Qiao Yin's cold voice echoed in the dimness: "When you stabbed my mother, she pleaded with you too. Did you spare her? No, you didn't!"
Hong Changgong hastily retorted, "It wasn't my fault!"
Qiao Yin laughed bitterly, her voice filled with sharp rebuke, "Not your fault? Then whose fault was it? Aren't you the one who killed her? If it weren't for my mother clinging onto you, I would have also died under your knife! Even doctors and children you kill, you are a beast!"
"It really wasn't my fault!"
Hong Changgong began wailing miserably, "Didn't you want to know why I killed your mother, a doctor? I'll tell you the truth now. Someone paid me to kill her!"
Qiao Yin's heart pounded. "What did you say?!"
"It's true! I had no grudge against your mother. I'm not a real madman, why would I kill her? I killed her because I was paid! Someone else wanted her dead!"
"Impossible!"
