Hearing Grandma of the Liao family confess to killing her own son, everyone looked shocked and disbelieving.
Grandma of the Liao family's husband had passed away early, leaving behind only Liao Xiaofu, her sole son. She cherished him like a precious jewel, preferring to eat coarse grains and vegetables herself rather than let him suffer the slightest hardship. Even when her son later became idle and indulged in drinking and gambling every day, Grandma of the Liao family would only try to counsel him with earnest pleas. How could she suddenly become so heartless as to kill her son?
Dai Qiangsheng's eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, but then he seemed to think of something, his long narrow eyes swiftly moving, clearly scheming something.
Meanwhile, Yang Mengchen's face was serene, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, looking at Grandma of the Liao family while he inwardly sighed.
