Zhou Huimin suddenly burst into laughter at this moment.
"You know, and what if you know? Your mother has already passed away. Even if she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, so what? I still trampled her under my feet. I just whispered sweet nothings, and she lost her life."
An Lan admitted that if Zhou Huimin said these things to anger her, then Zhou Huimin had succeeded. An Lan laughed in extreme anger, her eyes filled with malice, "Really? It can't do much, can it? At most, it's causing you and An Guohua to kill each other and sending all of you to prison."
An Lan emphasized the word "prison," and the smile on Zhou Huimin's face stopped abruptly; she finally realized her fear.
"An Lan, there's one thing you absolutely don't know. Back then, the medicine your father and I used shouldn't have made her die so fast. She died so quickly, and it was caused by someone else. Spare Yuxian, and I'll tell you everything."
