Mo Si Huang suddenly gripped the chopsticks tightly in his hand, defending himself in a deep voice: "I didn't kill you and Feng Huaijin, my hands are clean."
Su Li mocked: "What about Uncle Mo Yu? The Mo Yu of this world? Are you really completely unrelated?"
Su Li looked into Mo Si Huang's eyes deeply, speaking coldly: "Tuanzi said you often go to pay respects at the elders' graves, it's Uncle Mo Yu, isn't it? Senior Brother Huai Jin was an orphan from a young age and naturally indifferent, it would be impossible for him to consistently pay respects at Feng Family elders' graves unless that person was Uncle Mo Yu."
Su Li's heart burned with fury, her tone filled with dissatisfaction: "You harmed me, that was what I owed you, once I paid it back we were even, but you caused Uncle Mo Yu's death. Whether it was the Su Li of this world who has already passed away, or the present me, we could never forgive you!"
Not harming others is a bottom line.
Hurting others is already a crime.
