"You...you..."
"What about me... Just now you asked if there's any justice, and coincidentally, what I want to talk to you about today is justice..."
Mu Wan sniffed, forcing back the tears at the corners of her eyes, and spoke hoarsely.
"When I was a child, just a few years old, you kidnapped me and abandoned me in the middle of nowhere... hmm... left me to die... But as the murderer, you've been free all these years. Tell me, where is the justice?"
Wang Xue: "..."
Wu Kun turned a blind eye to past events.
Moreover... some things were indeed hidden and not very clear.
Now hearing Mu Wan's direct accusations, his face froze.
"My mother... all these years, she only wanted to run a small art studio, quietly teaching children to paint. So what did you do? Constant fights... spreading slander and defamation of my mother's image at every chance... tell me, is this justice?"
Wang Xue: "..."
