A chill crept silently up Jin Jumo's spine.
"No, I didn't..."
Fu Mulan ceased screaming, holding her face with the hand that wielded the pistol, nervously looking at Rong Mochen, her lips slowly curling into a smile, "I—I just placed him next to my mom, hehe, I buried him along with my mom, I did it myself, haha..."
Jin Jumo's eyes widened, listening to Fu Mulan's words, feeling as if she had personally experienced a terrifying paranormal event!
She was almost certain!
Fu Mulan was sick!
Mentally ill!
Rong Mochen suddenly fixed his gaze on Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo's eyelids twitched slightly, holding her breath as she looked at him.
Rong Mochen half-squinted his eyes, his face still cold and severe, "You could ruthlessly kill your own father, what else can you not do, dare not do? Fu Mulan, are you planning to take care of me along with everyone else now?"
Jin Jumo could clearly feel that the moment Rong Mochen said this, Fu Mulan was shaken.
