Having left the police station, Su Fanxing still felt nauseated by those few words from Su Shixiong, her stomach unsettled.
It truly was every time she saw him, she would feel her stomach turn.
Curling her fingers, she gently rubbed her nose, staring straight ahead, still unable to understand what exactly Su Shixiong relied upon every time he tried to use her. What was it?
Just those blood ties?
She hailed a taxi and softly mentioned the location of the old mansion.
"There are quite a few reporters gathered around there, I'm not sure if they have left, or where you would like to go?" the driver asked as he looked in the rearview mirror and turned the vehicle around, speaking to Su Fanxing.
"Yes, just go there."
The reporters must have been tipped off by someone else who knew the news.
Su Fanxing leaned back in the seat, not really concerned.
