Xia Mian raised her hand, dipped her finger into the teacup to get a bit of water, and gently painted complex patterns on the table.
In the water stains, Xia Mian seemed to see all of Kang Cheng's life...
Moments later, her face turned extremely grim.
"You didn't scheme for wealth, but because of your interference, that girl's life trajectory was altered. She was supposed to enjoy a life of honor, carefree like a flower in riches, but ten years ago, she died." Xia Mian's fingers trembled slightly. "Moreover, back then, to privately pocket the reward, you must have murdered your accomplice, right?"
Kang Cheng shook, nearly slipping off his wheelchair.
Indeed, he had concealed the harmful fact from Xia Mian.
Ten years ago... died... these two pieces of information entered Lu Zechuan's ears, and his face turned as dark as ink. He was momentarily lost in thought, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a crash.
His mother had died of depression ten years ago.
