Cui Wenshan couldn't suppress her excitement, but she dared not show it immediately, fearing it would ruin Fu Shilv's plan.
As expected, the servant first denied everything.
"I didn't, Mr.'s death has nothing to do with me, it was just an accident."
"Dad was robust and took his medication regularly, why would he suddenly fall ill?"
The servant stubbornly clung to her denial, but her guilt was apparent, as Fu Shilv looked too certain.
It was as if he already knew everything and was merely waiting for her to confess.
She knelt on the ground, with eyes like daggers from Sheng Youxia and Cui Wenshan filled with questions, held back by fear.
"Mr. died of a stroke, it really has nothing to do with me."
Fu Shilv kicked her on the shoulder, sending her tumbling back, her head thudding against the foot of the bed.
The servant was dazed from the impact; when she raised her head, she saw a photo of Cui Wenshan and Sheng Xiuming on the wall.