Jia stepped beyond Hou Huan and faced Anming. "I think we need to interrogate the entire Hou family."
"Didn't I just say that I hired the assassins!?" Hou Huan flared.
"Your confession is pointless if you are trying to protect your son."
Delan rushed toward Anming and held his arm. "Anming, say something! This cannot be true, right?"
He stared at her and said, "I just wanted to protect Jielun."
Yang Bingqing shook her head. "Oh dear, oh dear. This is so messed up…"
"What the hell is happening!?" It was getting more and more difficult to handle Jielun's temper.
"Nuwa, come to my side! How dare you run away from me that-"
A punch landed straight on his face when he shook Tengqi away and charged straight toward her. Zihan, who had lost all his patience now, threw the most vicious hit he could. His knuckles carried the anguish and unfairness that Nuwa had to face all these years. It held the rage of his own helplessness and his failure to protect the woman he loved.
