"What? What do you mean?"
Hearing Xie Ting's words, Zhang Shiren's expression darkened at once. He stared straight at her, his face turning grim.
Xie Heng was also stunned. He abruptly raised his head and said in a low, hostile voice, "Tingting, explain yourself! What happened to Young Master Zhang and Uncle Jin?"
"What exactly happened to them, and what does it have to do with you?"
At that, Xie Ting glanced at the two of them and laughed again. She shrugged and drawled, "Wasn't I clear enough?"
"Whether it was Zhang Jun or my good Uncle Jin, who betrayed his former master, everyone they took with them is dead. Every last one of them!"
As she spoke, Xie Ting clenched her teeth, her voice especially icy.
"W-what!?"
Zhang Shiren was jolted to the core. His breathing grew ragged, and his eyes flew wide, bloodshot. His face contorted with rage, like a furious lion.
Xie Heng was no better.
Xie Ting's earlier words had already led them to suspect this was possible, but hearing her confirm it still left them unable to contain their shock and fury.
Watching their reactions, Xie Ting felt a strange satisfaction, as though she had finally vented her anger and vindicated herself.
After all, ever since her father's car accident, she had been in a difficult position in the Xie family. Xie Heng had even forced her to marry Zhang Jun.
In particular, she had always suspected that her third uncle, Xie Heng, and the Zhang family had something to do with her father's accident. She even suspected they were involved in the attempt to kidnap her.
"Bastard! Who was it? Who dared to kill my son!"
Unable to suppress his fury, Zhang Shiren sprang to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared