Moments later, Yi Huai sat down again. By then, he had struggled to calm his emotions. Yet his face still looked very grim, tinged with a trace of worry.
"Everything is already out in the open, does Uncle Yi still not intend to speak?" Zhong Niangyao smiled as she began, "If that's the case, then I don't think there's a need for us to continue talking. After all, it's just wasting time."
The term "Uncle Yi" seemed to carry an endless amount of irony when she said it.
"You already know, don't you?" Yi Huai grimly looked at Zhong Niangyao, "So the words you said at the end of our last meeting were deliberately spoken for me to hear, weren't they?"
"Oh, so are you admitting that the reason my mother ended up like this, it's all your doing?"
As she spoke, though her smile remained on Zhong Niangyao's face, an icy chill emanated from her, as if one were in the depths of winter.
