Xia Ming's hand clenched tightly before slowly relaxing, speaking to Song Yunuan in a gentle voice, "Yes, if we really get to the bottom of this, the truth will come out. Don't worry, I'll hand this letter over to my father as soon as I get back."
At this time, Xia Guilan stepped forward, and Xia Xinshan also took a step to stand by his elder sister's side. He wasn't good with words, but he had to stand together with them.
They couldn't let Little Nuan handle everything alone.
Xia Guilan stared at Shangguan Yunqi, "We all know in our hearts who did it, but some people have lived comfortably for too long and have forgotten how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.
Does someone think they're a deity? Sending a razor blade, what's the meaning of that, to remind me of that incident involving my mother back in the day? I curse the person who sent the razor blade to my mother; they will not die a good death!"
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