"The day my mother fell into the water, was that cousin on the boat?"
This question came from Chen Wanqing.
After asking, her delicate brows furrowed even tighter. She clearly couldn't comprehend how someone would commit murder over a man.
Seeing this, Zhao Jing squeezed Chen Wanqing's hand.
Their sleeves overlapped, hiding the contact beneath. But no one present was blind; from the gentle rise and fall of the fabric, it was obvious their hands were clasped together.
Everyone was happy to see the young couple so affectionate.
But at the mention of that dreadful person, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust.
