"Did you know? My dad has killed someone!" Mu Mian asked him in a low voice.
"I know." Lin Sheng buried his head, shoveling rice into his mouth and chewing in large bites. "A few years ago, Auntie committed suicide. Uncle Mu kept blaming himself, saying it was his fault! He said he killed her!"
"It's not about that." Mu Mian shook her head. "If he still felt some remorse back then, now his conscience is completely dead. In his eyes now, all that matters is that filthy money—nothing else!"
"Not about that? Are you saying he killed someone else too?" Lin Sheng couldn't help but shiver as he spoke, nearly dropping his bowl.
