"Two months later, when Ah Na was framed and sent to prison, the opportunity your father had been waiting for arrived."
Xie Shang said nothing, his hands dirty with oil stains as they rested on a tire, his wrist bones prominent, muscles taut, an absolute sense of strength within his slimness—restrained, hidden under a veneer of calm.
"Given the Xie Family's status at the time, did your father really need to personally 'suggest' dealing with those four beasts? And he even thoughtfully offered to help with the aftermath." Wen Changling's words were an invisible blade, methodically plunging the last dagger into Xie Shang's heart, "He was using others to commit murder, silencing by killing."
The light from inside the room and outside the window interwove, casting a silver foil over Xie Shang's face—his emotions controlled within a threshold, surging in his eyes as if waiting to erupt.
"I've finished telling my story, is it exciting enough? Can it serve as Pawn Gold?"
