Yan Congfei was no longer breathing, the body on the sofa was just a corpse. Chen Yuhua had just called out when someone grabbed her neck from behind and covered her mouth. Someone whispered in her ear, "Don't make a fuss, be good!"
Chen Yuhua was so frightened that she fainted on the spot... When she regained consciousness, she found herself leaning back on the sofa, opposite her sat an ordinary-looking man with a ruthless gaze.
On the coffee table beside the man was a shiny dagger, and he spoke with an indifferent tone, "Awake?"
"Who are you... What happened to him..." Chen Yuhua's voice was hoarse and terribly weak, at this moment she seemed unable to even raise her voice.
The man, with a flippant tone, said, "Yan Congfei? He's already dead... Don't get it wrong, I didn't kill him, it was you who discovered he was messing with your daughter in secret, so you poisoned him."
Chen Yuhua: "What are you saying, I didn't...!"
