Jiang Xiliang's words were eloquent.
But the subtext was a clear affirmation that the knife wound on Jiang Fanyue's body was inflicted by Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe felt there was no longer any need to continue the discussion.
Her expression turned cold and indifferent, tinged with a trace of disdain.
She lowered her gaze, staring at the medical records for the children from the welfare house given by Aunt Kang.
"Xiaozhe, Fanyue has said she wants to let this go. Even if she hadn't, I would have definitely continued to persuade her to agree to drop it. Let it be the punishment for her wrongdoing, the consequences she should bear. I will also take on the costs for her subsequent treatment and won't hold you responsible."
"It was never my doing, so why should I be responsible?"
Jiang Xiliang nodded, "Good, good, it wasn't you."
The conciliatory attitude was simply to avoid further verbal disputes with Jiang Zhe.
Jiang Zhe saw through this, and her gaze lowered with a dismissive air.
