Su Qiao had initially thought he was going to resist, but unexpectedly, he actually...
Her reaction was swift, and she immediately intercepted his movement.
"Trying to die?"
"Oh, no, not that easy."
Su Qiao had no intention of letting him die so easily.
After all, plenty of people had died at his hands, most of them innocent. Before they died, they had also been subjected to brutal torture.
"Your sister really is unlucky to have ended up with a brother like you. Not only can you not help her with anything, you even drag her down."
Su Qiao laughed gleefully.
"She helped you without permission this time. She'll probably have to suffer along with you."
Two days ago, when she had discovered through the small drones stationed around her home that He Meishu had been sneaking around near her house and had even gone through the trash cans she had thrown out, Su Qiao had known something was wrong.
But she had never expected He Meishu to be so bold. After finding toilet paper stained with Li Jingtai's blood in the trash, she had produced a small knife stained not only with the blood of the murdered police officer but also with Li Jingtai's blood, intending to frame Li Jingtai.
"My business... has nothing to do with her..."
He Taisheng finally spoke.
His voice was rough and unpleasant, like paper money scraping across the ground. It made one's hair stand on end.
This was his real voice.
In the fire that had burned his parents to death all those years ago, his throat had also been damaged by the scorching smoke.
Su Qiao raised an eyebrow, her expression mocking. "I never would have guessed you still had human feelings."
"That fire in which your parents died back then... You started