"I'm telling you right now, telling you... how your sister actually died!"
Bai Fei's gaze was locked tightly on Mu Anran, each word uttered deliberately, "She didn't die from a virus infection in the quarantine zone at all, but from a car accident."
"A car accident?" Yu Lingqian's demeanor suddenly turned cold.
For many years, he had believed that his baby had died from an infection contracted in the quarantine zone.
Back then, overwhelmed by grief, he hadn't questioned anything, nor pondered any anomalies about his baby's body.
Little did he know, there was an inside story.
