Qiao Zhihuan was very excited.
Even more excited than the person involved, by a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
Qiao Zhiyi's expression was somewhat dull, and her gaze also sluggish, she asked faintly, "An enemy?"
"Of course. It was he who caused Uncle's death! If not for him, Uncle wouldn't have committed suicide, Aunt would have been okay, and your whole family would have been fine." Qiao Zhihuan gripped her shoulders tightly, "Zhiyi, such a person should go to hell! You can't be soft-hearted anymore."
Qiao Zhiyi stared at Qiao Zhihuan, "I don't believe it."
Qiao Zhihuan frowned, "You don't believe what?"
"He is a good person." Qiao Zhiyi's gaze suddenly became very firm, "He is not a bad person, he is a good person."
