Liang Zuyue's crying came to an abrupt halt.
Liang Qianli silently extinguished the cigarette in his hand.
"Brother... Brother, save me..." Liang Zuyue subconsciously tried to flee to Liang Qianli for protection.
Bang!
Ji Yemo kicked over a chair made of pear wood with a thunderous sound, startling Liang Zuyue into freezing in place, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, daring not to move an inch.
"Liang Zuyue, I'm giving you one last chance. Speak clearly, what happened back then!" Ji Yemo's voice was cold and commanding, with the authority of someone long in a position of power.
The oppressive aura made it impossible for Liang Zuyue to lift her head, her scalp tingling, yet she stubbornly insisted, "I don't know anything..."
Liang Qianli's lips moved slightly, "Yemo... it was wrong for her to expose Xixia's past, but how could she have known about what happened back then..."
