"But... they don't seem like liars."
Su Xiaoyue scoffed, "Would a liar have 'I am a liar' written on their face? Some people are beasts in human skin, seemingly kind but actually merciless killers."
She was cursing Bai Zhenhong.
Bai Zhenhong was the epitome of a beast in human skin. No, worse than an animal.
Bai Qi realized that Su Xiaoyue was actually cursing his father.
He wanted to know why his elder sister harbored such hatred towards their father and their family. The reports in the newspaper were not detailed enough; they were mere speculations. He wanted to know the truth, the real truth.
Bai Qi, who had been deliberately kept in the dark by his family for fifteen years, suddenly mustered up the courage, strode into the office, and sat down in front of Su Xiaoyue. Su Xiaoyue adjusted her glasses, slightly surprised that this timid child suddenly dared to walk up boldly and sit in front of her.
She looked at him coldly.
Bai Qi placed the ointments on the table.
