Ma Zhixuan certainly believed what Mrs. Qin said—his impression of Hua Mi had never been good.
Now, it was even worse.
"But there's nothing I can do," Ma Zhixuan lamented. "My sister-in-law cannot distinguish right from wrong; in this cold weather, she fawns over Hua Mi as if she were currying favor with something significant."
Ma Zhixuan felt miserable—he had always lived a proud life, rarely facing any setbacks.
The slap from Qin Zhen had broken his heart.
Mrs. Qin, also saddened, looked at Ma Zhixuan and said gently,
"Zhixuan, you are a child in whom I am very pleased. Now, besides you, no one else can help Xiao Lan and her brother."
Her daughter had disappeared after going to meet Fang Xin, Hua Mi had killed Fang Xin, Qin Ziran had vanished, and Hua Mi possessed a substantial amount of supplies...
Was there not any intricate connection between all these?
Mrs. Qin did not believe that.
And to find her son and daughter, she could only rely on Ma Zhixuan.