Su Guohua glanced up at Zhuo Junyue, his face frosty.
Su Guohua, clinging onto his old life till now, had no intention of dying so soon.
"Young Master Zhuo, ...I have told you everything I know. Please, spare me for the years I spent raising Ningyan and Xiao Jie."
"Are you certain you don't know where Lin Xiaozhu is from?"
"Young Master Zhuo, I truly don't know. I've asked Xiaozhu many times, but she refuse to say. I wanted to investigate her background then, but I couldn't find anything. Helplessly, I...I paid for her household registration."
Su Guohua admitted that he had been driven by greed at the time, coupled with Lin Xiaozhu being beautiful. He believed that no man would resist her charms.
Zhuo Junyue looked at Su Guohua, who seemed to have spilled everything he could.
Who really was the mother of that child? Why couldn't his men track her down?
"Let him go."
Without another glance, Zhuo Junyue strode out of the basement.
