Old Madam Yu took a deep breath: "It was Yu Jin who killed my son!"
Chuzheng looked at her coldly: "Oh, then why haven't you taken revenge on him all these years?"
"..." Old Madam Yu's eyes clearly flickered with panic: "Revenge leads to endless cycles of retribution..."
"But that was your son, your only son."
"..."
Old Madam Yu wanted to say something, but she opened her lips and couldn't utter a single syllable.
The hand gripping the back of the chair tightened continuously; veins emerged prominently on her hand, her fingertips turning pale green.
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Old Madam Yu and Chuzheng were at a standoff for a while, and Chuzheng started to feel somewhat impatient.
Though she said she had all the time, she didn't want to sit there idly.
So she began to issue some 'not so friendly' threats.
"I'll talk, I'll talk..." Old Madam Yu trembled with pain, fear evident in her eyes.
She didn't want to die...
Chuzheng released her: "Should've started like this sooner."
