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Pei Yibai's face was still as pale as ever. For what reason? How did this happen?
Even his clothes, he had not changed them; he'd worn the wet clothes throughout the cold winter until they dried.
Pei Chenyang, too, undoubtedly felt heartache and guilt for his nephew's death, but in that situation, he had thought it was absolutely safe.
Who would have thought that the assassin was so ruthless? Wanting to drag Pei Yiting down even in death?
"You don't need to say any good words for him!" Pei Chengde harshly interrupted Pei Chenyang, his expression dark and grim.
"You and Pei Yibai are the same, selfish and self-serving."
Here, he was implicitly referring to the falling out between Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng over her matter.
Pei Chenyang's face turned somewhat ugly, but he still restrained himself, knowing there was no reasoning with someone so devoid of rationale.
