The only doubt was that nearly minute-long hug, where she might have said something to Ding Fanying—but without evidence, no one could prove it. As long as Sheng Miao firmly denied it, everything would just seem like a wrongful accusation.
Luo Qiangwei didn't speak; her eyes, through the flames of the burning joss paper, looked towards the portrait in the center of the mourning hall.
"Aunt Ding was just beaten to death by Liansu, I am so sad," Sheng Miao looked at her, her smile bright and brilliant, "Sheng Tang, are you sad? Oh, I almost forgot, after all, both dad and mom abandoned you, and it was Aunt Ding who raised you with her own hands, you must be very sad."
"Did you know? Dad has always been good to me, never hit me. When I said I liked Mo Shiche, he brought him back to life and placed him by my side, but why does dad hate you so much? It seems like he wants to kill you every time."
