Li Wenhao clutched his face, his nostrils flaring as he grabbed the knife tighter, as if he might thrust it forward any second.
What had he done wrong?
Rong Shengsheng had tried every possible way to hurt his son, from dressing as a man to make his son infertile, to outright poisoning, aiming to kill both his son and Li Hanxian.
Was there a problem with him killing Rong Shengsheng?
As a result... in the end, Zhu Miaoyue actually blamed him??
Had the world gone mad, or had he?
He could no longer tell.
Zhu Miaoyue did not even glance at Li Wenhao; she just took Rong Shengsheng to the hospital.
Li Wenhao, however, turned his gaze to Li Jinghong, hesitated for a long while, but finally put down the knife because the entire fault lay with Rong Shengsheng alone. The one who deserved to die was Rong Shengsheng, and he had no intention of implicating others. Moreover, Li Jinghong was his own younger brother...
