Xiahou Maoqing was very satisfied with his son's reaction, seeing him hesitate, he then pointed to the black-and-white photo placed on the table.
"Take another look at your sister, she doesn't deserve to die, does she? But listen to what this old man said this morning, is that the way people talk? He's used our family to suppress others for so many years, in the end, in his hands, we are still like chess pieces, even in death, we must smile at him, be tearfully grateful!"
When he got to the last part, tears even came out, and his entire expression was one of angry grief.
The Xiaho Family's Jingmu was already in complete turmoil!
He stared at this father, as if he suddenly didn't recognize him, turned around, and wanted to stay here no longer, stumbling away.
"Master, by provoking him like this, won't it cause any trouble?"
Seeing him leave, Xiahou Maoqing's assistant walked over and asked with concern in front of him.
