Lu Mingxun's mouth was dry, he hadn't had a drop of water for such a long time.
The gasoline on his body was almost saturating him.
When Lu Chenyuan arrived, Mengmeng was standing behind Lu Mingxun with a lighter in hand, looking as though she was ready to die, her bloodshot eyes filled with rage.
"Lu Chenyuan, my sister's death is inseparably linked to the two of you brothers. She died so horribly, yet you live freely and unbothered."
Lu Chenyuan's cold eyes fixed on Mengmeng. To be precise, her name was Zhou Meng, the younger sister of Zhou Fengping.
"I don't know anything about what happened back then. I never even met her. You're accusing me of killing her—don't you think you're being unfair to me?"
Lu Chenyuan turned to Lu Mingxun and interrogated him, "Was Zhou Fengping's death related to you?"
Lu Mingxun had been hiding this matter tightly for years, never expecting it would now be exposed in front of his brother.
