Xia Bowen felt disappointed.
The son he valued the most shouldn't have tested him like this.
But after all, Shangguan was his mother.
If she really were to turn herself in, his own reputation would be swept away.
Furthermore, the aftermath might become uncontrollable.
Xia Bowen heaved a sigh and suddenly countered, "Can you cover the sky with one hand?"
Xia Ming hastily waved his hands, "I dare not think about it, nor dare I say it."
Father and son gazed at each other for a long time.
Meanwhile, in Shangguan Yunqi's bedroom, Xia Liying was pouting, firmly disagreeing with her mother turning herself in—how embarrassing that would be for her.
"All of you are too cowardly, what's there to fear, are there any evidences? Big Uncle definitely won't come to testify, and the only one who can is that bastard himself.
Can his testimony count for anything?
What about that little bitch Song Yunuan, is whatever she says taken as truth?
