Pardon My Frankness, It's a Little Melodramatic

However, with such a killing method, one couldn't even know how it had happened, let alone find evidence. If Mu Jingzhe really died by Shao Qiyun's hand… Xiao Wu didn't dare imagine it and really didn't dare gamble.

Mu Jingzhe had been getting weaker and weaker, but Shao Qiyun's condition had been getting better and better. Xiao Wu had watched helplessly as this bizarre thing happened. In the end, Mu Jingzhe had even said her last words. He could only look for Shao Qiyun again.

He had asked Shao Qiyun what she had done, but Shao Qiyun had refused to answer. "I won't tell you. Anyway, Mu Jingzhe's life is in your hands now. If you want her to live well, then be my son and help me and support me financially. Otherwise, I'll make her wish she was dead."

Xiao Wu had pretended to agree on the condition that Mu Jingzhe would get better. Otherwise, he wouldn't believe her.