Just now, although Zhou Qi sat in the shadow of the pavilion, Xu Jing saw clearly that his hand was quietly placed on a bag at his waist.
If she guessed correctly, the bag contained a deadly poison.
However, he ultimately held back and returned the matter of punishing evil and promoting good to the hands of the government office.
Zhou Qi heard this, his body slightly stiffened, and after a long while, he shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's not necessary to carry a stain on myself for such scum. If my father knew about it in the afterlife, he wouldn't be happy. He might even jump up and scold me harshly."
A man in his thirties, when speaking of his father, couldn't help but reveal a trace of softness, along with a faint pain and remembrance.
He suddenly took a deep breath, looked up at the half-rounded bright moon in the sky, and said with a quivering voice, "Thank you, Miss Xu, I can finally let go of the hatred for my father.
