Ye Feng couldn't believe it. The name of the murderer that came from Xu Ke's lips was his own father, the man he had regarded as his own flesh and blood.
"Read the letter," Xu Ke said, not bothering to argue. "Li Shichuan had someone deliver it to me. It was only after reading it that I deduced your father might try to kill you. That's why I went to the back mountain of the Ye estate to save you." There was no point in arguing. Speaking to someone as intelligent as Ye Feng saved a lot of trouble. After reading the letter, he would see the truth more quickly than anyone.
He stared at Xu Ke, his pupils showing signs of dilating. His burnt, charred face was completely wooden, and his lips quivered slightly. "You're joking, right?"
A person's subconscious actions don't lie. Even though Ye Feng couldn't accept Xu Ke's words, not on an emotional level or a rational one, his subconscious was screaming at him that it was all true. The letter was real.
