Sun Dazhuang thought he was losing his mind.
Otherwise, how could he hear such inconceivable things?
If he wasn't crazy, then this damned girl must be.
Clearly, Song Yunuan, this damned girl, wasn't crazy, which seemed to mean that he should be.
He was originally sitting in a chair, restrained.
He wanted to stand up, but his body wouldn't move.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared dead at Song Yunuan.
What did this mean?
What did these words spoken by Song Yunuan, this damned girl, mean?
He was not his mother's son.
His wife was actually his mother's biological daughter.
His elder maternal cousin was his mother's biological son.
He was a child his mother had stolen from a wealthy family to sell.
The last point he understood all too well because he had done such things himself.
But when these things were put together, he was somewhat confused.
His mind was in chaos, even blank for a split second.
Song Yunuan didn't plan to talk much with him.
