Nan Mufeng noticed her pale complexion and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You were right. My mother's car accident might have been man-made," Jian Xi said softly, looking out of the car window.
Ten years ago, Jian Wan was a prominent figure in Jiangcheng. Talented, beautiful, and wealthy!
The car accident turned her into a vegetable, neither robbing her of wealth nor assaulting her beauty, which was suspicious in itself.
And wasn't Qiao Yonghui the biggest beneficiary of that car accident?
Was it you, my biological father?
"Did you hire a private investigator?"
"Yeah. It's not convenient for me to handle this while I'm at school."
"Reliable?" asked Nan Mufeng again.
"Yeah." Jian Xi nodded. "It has to be reliable."
The truth that had been buried for ten years, once touched, was bound to attract someone's attention. In serious cases, it could be life-threatening.
Jian Xi understood this all too well. Too familiar, in fact!
