A moment later, Lu Shijun walked out from the memorial hall, followed by four women—one old and three young—all visibly Lu Family's servants from their attire.
"Go. Kneel before Tinglan and daughter and apologize," Miao Yue'e commanded indifferently.
The four of them, as if scalded, cautiously stepped over the bloodstains and knelt two meters in front of Xiao Ming, trembling like sieves.
"Please..."
"Wait."
Xiao Ming raised his hand to stop them, "Firstly, what you need is punishment, not an apology, so just shut up.
Secondly, is it just the four of you?"
"Mr. Xiao thinks the old lady would deceive you?" Miao Yue'e asked in a heavy voice.
"Madam exaggerates," Xiao Ming smiled, "Given your status, of course, you wouldn't resort to tricks over such matters. Even for Mr. Lu Shibing who wanted to bury me alive, I wouldn't suspect him.
