"Your son—" Liu Dong recalled the critical information revealed in Xian Jianming's previous statements, "you said he drugged you into unconsciousness?"
"Yes. You all think this was all my own doing, that I fell sick by myself, then faked sleeping and unconsciousness to deceive you all. No, it wasn't me; none of this was my doing. Actually, it was your so-called prodigal son, my son, who did this." Xiao Jianming said, exhaling deeply, his tone mixed with the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors of fatherly emotions. Yet, the joy and pride twinkling in his wise old eyes could not be erased.
This son of his was just so smart and decisive.
Naturally, the cruel, business-minded blood that flowed in Xiao Yebai's veins came from him and also from Ruan Ruzhen.
The room fell into even deeper silence; perhaps nobody had felt as stricken then as they did at the revelation that it was all Xiao Jianming's doing.
