Zhao Li was surprised by Ji Meishu's ruthless approach yet still voiced his doubts.
He said, "If by then, those people don't believe us, what shall we do? With medical science so advanced, what if they ask us to undergo a DNA paternity test? After all, it won't be so easy to tamper with a DNA test right under their noses."
Ji Meishu's pale lips curled up, and her voice, icy as if laced with frost, replied, "If Hu Zhonglian breathes his last sooner rather than later, by the time it comes to that, are they really going to sift through his ashes for a DNA comparison?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Li's face turned white.
Zhao Li looked at Ji Meishu as if she were a devastating flood or ferocious beast: "Are you suggesting that we should lay Hu Zhonglian to rest sooner?"
This time, Ji Meishu finally smiled.
She gazed tenderly at Zhao Li: "Once he's dead, everything will become much simpler."
