He was so agitated that he gripped her shoulders with both hands, his voice hoarse to the extreme,
"Please, clarify what you've just said, okay?"
An Ge's shoulders ached from his grip. She raised her hand to push his away, then turned around.
She thought of the son who Sister Li had taken away first, only for him to die tragically in that fire. Her grief surged instantly from her heart.
It was rare for her emotions to be this intense in recent years.
With her back facing him, An Ge forcibly held back the tears welling up in her eyes, turned back, and looked at Huo Shaoyan with reddened eyes, coldly saying,
"They're all dead, not one survived. Do you understand?"
Huo Shaoyan's entire chest trembled fiercely.
His phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at her. After a long while, he spoke in a cold and deep voice, "You're lying to me. You must be lying. I don't believe it."