"Ill-gotten gains do no one any good! If you hadn't made a move on Gu Qiangwei, how could you possibly have lost that leg?"
A flicker of guilt crossed Nangong Feifei's face.
She had already thrown away the gun, so even now, Nangong Mingchuan hadn't found any evidence, but in his heart, he was convinced that the shot to Qiangwei's chest was fired by her.
Why, why did he, her own biological father, protect Gu Qiangwei at every turn?
"I didn't touch her!"
"Still quibbling!" Nangong Mingchuan bellowed again!
If she weren't his biological daughter, he might have handed her over to the prosecutor's office already, letting the law punish her.
"I really didn't!"
"Didn't? Let me ask you, did you put potassium cyanide in the porridge that your aunt gave to Gu Qiangwei!?"
At these words, Nangong Feifei's face turned pale in an instant.
Why did her father know?
Nangong He, standing to the side, listened, a confused frown knitting his brow.
"What potassium cyanide? What porridge?"
