How can one hold their head high when there's a murderer in the family, forever to be scorned wherever they go?
"Is it you? Did you harm Zhuanzhuan, didn't you?" Jiang Dechun pointed at Nan Fei's nose and cursed, "You cursed child, why don't you just go die? How did your sister ever offend you that you wanted to put her to death?"
Nan Fei sneered, her body that had just been hit and twisted slowly straightened up, standing up straight to face Jiang Dechun.
"Yes!" She said directly, "But I didn't harm her, I exposed her."
As soon as Jiang Dechun heard her defending herself, looking for excuses, his face contorted with rage, and pointing at his nose, he cursed, "You still dare to argue, it's plain to see you couldn't bear to see Zhuanzhuan better off than you, it's jealousy that made you want to harm her. You home-wrecker, do you even consider me your father in your eyes?"
