Shen Chi simply looked down at her, not giving her a chance to escape.
Jiang Zhilan had a guilty conscience; otherwise, she wouldn't be so nervous.
At this moment, she was really restless, with countless things flashing through her mind.
"Chaomu's incident when she was eighteen almost landed her deep in the mountains, but I am thankful, Auntie, that you spared her life," Shen Chi slowly said, his expression growing darker, "But I suspect your original intention was to send Chaomu into the mountains so slyly, to become the bride of some bachelor there, which would be more perfect than taking her life, wouldn't it?"
He had wanted to settle this score with Jiang Zhilan long ago but had put it aside after Chaomu left.
Jiang Zhilan's face changed, turning ashen in an instant—the incident was six years old, and Shen Chi still remembered it!
She had always thought she did it without anyone being the wiser, and that Shen Chi, young at the time, certainly couldn't have found out.