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"Of course I know."
Qiao Chuleng sneered, "I've lived with her for over twenty years."
"My grandmother isn't dead?"
Qiao Chutian asked in disbelief.
"Of course, she's not dead, but she couldn't face a man who would poison his cousin and an entire ship of people for his own gain."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Chutian felt his heart grow cold, and his fingers trembled slightly.
This is impossible!
How could Grandpa do such a thing?
In his mind, Grandpa had always been exceptionally kind and often taught him and Danfeng to be virtuous.
With virtue comes help, and only then can one stand in the world.
How could such a person do such a thing?
Grandma Zhuang Jingmei's disappearance wasn't an accident but an inability to accept that cruel truth?
"I don't believe the nonsense you're saying,"
Qiao Chutian said, calming himself, "unless you can provide evidence, and proof that my grandmother is alive."
"Of course, I have proof that your grandmother is alive."
