Talking Nonsense

Talking Nonsense

Long Qingyuan went over it in circles, and Yang Wanjun remained the most suspicious.

He had been the one to injure Long Bowen. At around the same time, it was highly likely that he had also gone after Zhao Yumei.

Even if Long Qingyuan believed Yang Wanjun was a man with principles, anyone could be driven into a corner.

Yang Wanjun had every motive and more than enough reason to commit the crime.

As for Shen Wuxiao, he could be completely ruled out.

So what if it was him? So what if it was not? Could it be that if he truly had done it, they could march to his door and demand justice?

Then the other side could simply strike back with an accusation of "false charges."

With sufficient justification, they might truly come to kill them.

He had already exhausted every possible means to keep the Shen Family steady. They were just waiting for a fight to the death.

There could be no mistakes.

Long Qingyuan sighed helplessly and said to the entire Long Family, "Put this matter aside for now. No one is to spread word of it!"

There was nothing else he could do.

Yang Wanjun could not be touched for the time being. At the very least, not before the Desperate Heavenly King arrived.

Long Qingyuan felt utterly stifled.

Since when had the Long Family needed to act with such caution, afraid of its own shadow?

His grandson had been crippled, his daughter-in-law murdered, yet he had chosen to endure it all.

Long Boqi was still crying nearby, crying bitterly with both hands covering his face.

Long Qingyuan shot him a disgusted glare.

This useless fool was sobbing and sniveling. What kind of behavior was that?

He burst into tears whenever something happened.