Why did he bring up Jiang Ming? How did he know that I was investigating Jiang Ming? Even I wasn’t so sure about whether Jiang Ming really was my parents’ killer, how could he be so sure?
Capable as Zhao Zichen is, this is too much of a coincidence to be a random guess.
But he didn’t answer me, and simply walked out. I flipped out of my bed and yelled after him, but he simply ignored me.
Though I knew that he was simply playing hard to get, I had no choice but to take the bait in his hand. Hopping after him, I gave chase. I couldn’t help it. That bait in his hand turned out to be exactly the one thing that I needed the most.
If it weren’t for that car accident, or if that bastard weren’t Zhao Gongming’s son, I could have broken his legs already, with the teacup in my hand no less.