Finally, Zhan Nanjue reached the last step, his hand still gripping the handrail as if searching for support.
Just a few steps, yet it left him drenched in sweat.
Gong Shirao looked at him with a calm, cold gaze, but inside, a storm was raging.
It didn't matter if no one else believed her, but this man in front of her, the brother she's loved for eighteen years, stood opposite her now because he was by another woman's side.
She was never the invincible Gong Shirao, and at this moment, she could still appear so indifferent only because her pride wouldn't allow her to accept defeat in front of him.
"Gong Shirao, I'm asking you, did you push her down the stairs?"
Gong Shirao looked at Zhan Nanjue with complex emotions, her inner turmoil almost overwhelming her.
"Gong Shirao, I'm asking you, speak up! Tell me everything that happened just now. Did you push her down the stairs!?"
