Gong Beiming had a smile on his face that was full of despair, and his entire being was teetering on the brink of collapse.
In fact, the moment Chi Xiaoyu had shared these things with him, he had felt a deep sense of panic.
But he didn't want to believe any of it, as such a blow would be fatal for anyone.
However, when the stark reality was presented right before his eyes, he simply couldn't escape it.
He had placed all his hopes on Gong Zhensen, hoping that Zhensen could deny everything.
"I'm sorry, Beiming, this is all my fault..." Gong Zhensen said helplessly. "That night, I and your Aunt Mo..."
"Enough, shut your mouth! I don't want to hear any more of your sordid stories. Look at the mess you've made, these are the debts you owe, it's you who should be going to hell... Ah!"
Gong Beiming glared furiously at Gong Zhensen, his fist raised high.
