The stillness in the study was somewhat oppressive.
Elder Shen cleared his throat, his expression serious: "It wasn't the Shen Family who took the action."
Lin Nianhe nodded: "It doesn't matter if it was, I've wanted him dead for a long time."
Elder Shen: "It really wasn't us."
Lin Nianhe: "You don't have to worry about me having a moral fixation, I lack morals altogether at certain times."
"Really, it wasn't us!"
"Mhm, as long as you're happy."
"…"
It was as if a pot had fallen from the sky, almost knocking Elder Shen breathless, living next door to Elder Yang.
Although Lin Nianhe's words were infuriating, they represented the views of most people at the moment.
Among those who knew of Yang Jiawen's death, half believed it was the doing of the big and second rooms of the Yang Family, while the other half suspected the Shen Family's hand.
