"Shen Jinci can't possibly be outwitted by those incompetent people of the Shen Family," Li Sihe said, his expression numb, his fingertips pressing against each other until they turned pale, "He is too cunning, probably turning their schemes against them."
Li Tingmo sneered at Li Sihe, "It seems burning for a few days didn't fry your brains."
It was late at night at the Shen Family Mansion Ancestral Hall, where Shen Shiniang knelt prostrate on the ground, his entire body trembling incessantly.
"Jinci, the news in the newspaper has nothing to do with me! At my age, why would I take such a great risk to plot against you? What good would it do me?"
"It indeed does you no good, which is why I'm also curious if you're tired of living since you drugged me," Shen Jinci said, his voice emotionless.
A chilling wind swept through the ancestral hall, bringing with it rain that intensified the sense of dread.
