"You...?"
Gu Ling had never expected the matter to involve her. She was almost furious enough to explode.
"But Professor Shang said only the blood of the Su Family could open it."
Su Qiao glanced at the irritated-looking Shang Yu. "Shang Yu is a member of the Shang Family. How can anything he says be trusted?"
Gu Ling argued, "Why can't it?"
"He's been studying this tomb for over thirty years. Why can't we trust him?"
Jiang He glared fiercely at Gu Ling before looking toward Old Master Su.
"I only want to know what's going on. Who exactly is my son—or my daughter?"
Old Master Su remained expressionless. "This old man has only one granddaughter."
"If my Su Family had a male heir, would we hide him and let him suffer for so many years? Would we not raise him properly?"
However, the more he said this, the less Jiang He believed him.
The Su Family had long since lost all credibility in his eyes.
He turned to Su Qiao. "Tell me, are you my daughter?"
He pulled a black-and-white photograph from the inner pocket of his clothes, where he had carefully kept it all this time.
"Back then, in the woods, you said the person in this photograph looked somewhat like you around the eyes and brows. I didn't take it to heart then, but the more I look at you now, the more alike you seem."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Whether it's a son or daughter, what does that have to do with you?"
"After all, you didn't care whether she lived or died for seventeen years. Just assume she was killed along with your wife, and leave it at that."
Jiang Han didn't need a father to control her, and she needed one