Lin Mengyao, who was staying at home to take care of Yu Xia, also saw the news. Watching the report about the tragic death of a family of three on television, her hand, which was peeling an apple, involuntarily stopped. Her gaze instinctively drifted towards Xu Ke, as if asking whether this was something Xu Ke did.
Xu Ke raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat aggrieved. Why blame everything on him? He's not a god; how could he have known they would end up dying because they couldn't bear the outcome?
"Don't look at me like that. Whether you believe it or not, I didn't do this. Although I really dislike those three people from the Wei Family, I would rather see them suffer alive. How could I let them die so easily?" Xu Ke took the half-peeled apple from Lin Mengyao and took a big bite.
The sweet juice of the apple burst in his mouth, and Xu Ke squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
