Everyone turned to look toward the sound and was taken aback.
"Is it true that Father is dead?" With eyes wide open, Acheng looked terrified.
His words were spoken softly, almost like a murmur, but landed on the ears of both Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan with an indescribable feeling.
"I'm sorry, Acheng. I didn't mean to kill your father, the circumstances at the time were really..." Wang Qiang couldn't finish his sentence. It wasn't because he was unwilling to speak, but because he truly didn't know how to say it.
After all, he was the one who killed the man, and in the face of this ironclad fact, any explanation seemed weak and powerless.
Watching Wang Qiang's expression of wanting to say something but hesitating, Tang Xiaoquan felt equally uncomfortable.
Once again, the room fell into silence, the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating. Everyone hung their heads in silence, only Acheng's increasingly heavy breathing echoed in the air.
