Xu Lijing was utterly disappointed.
Xu Zijin didn't die, so her assassination attempt—wasn't it an outright joke?
Other than inflicting some injuries, what significant impact could she possibly have on Xu Zijin?
"Haha, after all the scheming, I couldn't even take his life. How ridiculous!"
Before anyone else said anything, Xu Lijing erupted on her own.
Her hatred for Xu Zijin was real, but neither Xu Canyang nor Song Weiyi could figure out where that resentment stemmed from.
Just as Xu Canyang was about to press her again for the truth, Xu Lijing laughed until tears streamed down her face.
As if reading Xu Canyang's mind, Xu Lijing looked at him intently. "Old man, you still want to ask me for the reason? The reason is that I hate him, I wish he were dead—does that answer satisfy you?"
"Don't bother trying to dig anything more out of me. If you truly want to know, you might as well go ask your precious son about what grotesque deeds he's done."
