"I ask you, is Xia Ning really not dead?"
"Have you gone mad?" Meng Yanxi looked coldly at Zheng Heng. "How can you say such things at Xia Ning's funeral hall?"
But Zheng Heng was not only unconvinced but also raised his hand to point at the portrait of Xia Ning above the funeral hall.
"Meng Yanxi, don't say I, as a brother, didn't warn you! Xia Ning is not a woman you can bully at will! Don't joke with your own future!"
"You think I imprisoned Xia Ning? That so-called Xue Simin, was it also me who sought him out for Xia Ning's treatment?" Meng Yanxi revealed everything, scoffing, "Zheng Heng, has Song Zhaozhao left you, so you have lost your mind?"
"What does Song Zhaozhao have to do with this!"
