If all of this were true, if Ye Zhanxing really did frame his own good friend and harm Dan Hanjie's mother, then he should have known after they came to America.
Even before she recognized her father…
Qin Youxuan's mind was in complete disarray, refusing to contemplate the matter at hand.
Fearful that later it might simply confirm that even his proximity was solely for exploitation.
Each time this thought penetrated her mind, her chest felt so tight she could barely breathe.
"Does it really matter?" Dan Hanjie raised an eyebrow, showing no intention of offering an explanation.
In his view, the bullet he fired at Ye Zhanxing was without guilt.
The circumstances at the time were unrelated to hatred; neither Ye Zhanxing nor he had a choice.
Informing Qin Youxuan of these things wouldn't change anything.
He still had fired a gun at Ye Zhanxing.
As long as Ye Zhanxing was dead, he was the murderer.
Whether he hesitated or not held no real significance.
"Of course it matters!"
