Hua Ying asked unusually calmly, not needing anyone to answer.
She laughed at herself.
"Whether or not you know doesn't matter anymore."
Hua Ying had completely lost hope in her father.
She had always known about her father's favoritism, but never thought he would introduce a murderer to her.
Even if he didn't know, at the very least he knew Hua Ying wasn't willing.
This was also the point that made Hua Ying lose hope.
Jiang Cheng and the others didn't offer any comfort; it wasn't appropriate to comment on someone else's family affairs.
There was still a night left before getting off the train.
They had entered the southern territory by now.
Traveling from north to south, they watched the frost on the windows gradually decrease, and the scenery transition from rugged to gentle.
One by one, they took off their heavy coats.
Their luggage at this point was much more than when they first got on the train, but fortunately, they had brought extra bags.
