Qiao Xiaon'an shifted her position, sitting upright on the back of the chair, leaning ever so slightly forward.
With a furrowed brow, she gazed at Chu Nantian with a look of perplexity.
Chu Nantian sighed deeply. Even though the bedroom was brightly lit, it was deep night outside. The solemnity and sorrow of his expression was as deep as the night.
"An'an, I don't want you to upset yourself after I tell you this," he sighed again, "Overall, it's not good news, but you must know."
"Is it related to my mother's cause of death?" Qiao Xiaon'an ventured a guess.
Chu Nantian nodded.
"Do you have any evidence to prove that Yuan Yifan directed the driver to kill my mother?" Qiao Xiaon'an could hardly wait to hear the answer. She stared intently at Chu Nantian without blinking.
Chu Nantian nodded again.
"Sure enough, it was Yuan Yifan." Qiao Xiaon'an immediately clenched her fists. "Where's the evidence? I want Yuan Yifan to go to prison. I want her to suffer."
