I can kill you now.

"Fine. I won't touch them if that's what you want. Tell me: When you told those things to Pei Ge back then, did you leave something out? Were you the one who gave the order to make that threatening call to your niece? Speak the truth about her father's death."

Ji Ziming eyed Pei Zhenghui coldly. At once, this prison cell reverberated with the latter's weeping.

"What happened back then was something I could not have control of."

"You could not control?! You actually dared to say that you could not have control of it?! You colluded with an outsider to murder my father! That was your older brother! How could you bear to harm him?!"

Upon seeing how he was still unrepentant, the originally calm Pei Ge could not help but glare in hatred at her uncle. Her icy-cold voice was filled with killing intent.

"How could you? That was your older brother—your older brother who shared your blood!"