"Xiao Ge, I know," Wen Lixin seemed to be gritting her teeth, her voice unusually cold, "I will definitely avenge my child. I won't let go of anyone who killed my child, not a single one!"
After saying this, Wen Lixin hung up the phone.
Su Ge looked at her mobile phone, a hint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.
Although Bai Jingya was already in prison, the elderly Wen couple still believed the Bai Family's words.
Initially, when she was confined in Lixuan's memorial hall, although she was not afraid, she still felt disgusted.
The Bai Family and the Wen Family were still like fire and water, incompatible.
After all, she found a truth behind the death of Wen Lixin's child. Whether there was someone behind the truth or whether there were any proofs, what did it matter?
As long as Wen Lixin believed there were, then there definitely were.
Su Ge put away her phone and lightly walked to the window.
