Xiaoqiao glanced at Gong Hannian in the raging fire, "Don't worry, she won't die so easily! And besides, it's not for you to call the shots now!"
Gu Hangshen at this moment was almost losing control, his face as cold as frost, "Gong Xiaoqiao! Have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you're doing now?"
Xiaoqiao ignored his interrogation and asked him directly, "Does my mother's death have anything to do with you?"
"Yes," Gu Hangshen answered without a moment of hesitation.
She clenched her hand tightly, those nails that he didn't remind her to trim had grown so long, long enough to cause her pain again.
"Gu Hangshen, is hatred really that important? I didn't know anything, nor did I have the right to choose who my father was. I have loved you since I was three years old, for you, I could give up all principles, from the beginning to the end I was just a woman who purely loved you.
