"What nonsense are you listening to her spout?"
Qin ZhenGuo was infuriated. Why hadn't Qin Mo just died!
On that mountain road that day, why didn't she die!
When Yin Manni gave birth to this wretched brat, why didn't he strangle her! As a man, how could he endure such humiliation!
Why was she still alive and well.
"Seems like my dear father is still denying everything even at death's door. Does it really take the Wen Family stepping in to handle you? Is admitting to what you've done really so hard?" Qin Mo stared at Qin ZhenGuo. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when, but at some point, Qin ZhenGuo had ceased to be her father.
That glimmer of hope, that last shred of father-daughter bond, was utterly gone.
"Daddy! Is what she said true? No, Daddy, it must've been Lin Ruyi who did it."
Qin Xue's mind worked faster.
Lin Ruyi owed the Qin Family so much. Wen Qingqing's incident must've been her doing—it had nothing to do with her father.
"Yes! It must've been Lin Ruyi who did it!"