At that moment, a rough, hoarse voice cut in.
"Old Master, do you still recognize me?"
Old Master Su carefully examined the unkempt, bearded man before him. "You're... Jiang He?"
Jiang He nodded solemnly. "That's right. I'm Jiang He—the Jiang He your Su family abandoned in this tomb cave seventeen years ago."
"You didn't die?"
Jiang He smiled, and there was something chilling about it. "That's right. I didn't die."
"After everyone left, I crawled out of this cave step by step."
"Dragging my crippled leg, I lived in the mountains like neither a man nor a ghost for a long time.
But I never expected that after I recovered and returned, I would learn that my wife and child were both dead."
"I can let the other matters go. I only want to know how my wife really died. Was she silenced by you?"
It couldn't have been such a coincidence. He had just met with an accident, and not long afterward, his wife had died too.
Who would believe that?
Old Master Su furrowed his brows. "She was careless and fell into a well and drowned. I have no reason to lie to you about that."
"After your wife died, I even kindly brought your son back and raised him carefully at my side.
Your son is here now. Ask him, and you'll know whether I'm telling the truth."
With that, he waved to Jiang Han again.
"Jiang Han, come over here and tell him properly what happened over the years, and how I treated you."
Su Qiao cut in with a fake smile. "Tell him, then. There's no need to bring up the past."
"Xiao Qiao, what's gotten into you? Why don't you listen to your grandfather anymore after going out for a while?"
Old Master Su