Seeing Xian'er crying her heart out, Lan Kuhe grew frantic. After all, their very lives now depended on her.
He had the gall to say, "Xian'er, they're outsiders! We're your real family!"
"You can't be foolish enough to turn on your own family for a bunch of outsiders, can you?"
With tears in her eyes, Xian'er stared intently at Lan Kuhe. "I have just one question for you."
"Back when Lan Rangxuan murdered my parents, did you know about it?"
Lan Kuhe was about to deny it, but Xian'er cut him off.
"Don't lie. I'll be able to tell if you are," Xian'er said coldly.
Lan Kuhe's lips moved, but he ultimately sighed. "The truth is... I did know."
"I see." Xian'er sneered. 'So Lan Kuhe had known what Lan Rangxuan did, but he hadn't stopped him—much less punished him.'
'Even knowing the debt the Lan Family owed her parents, he had still chosen to sacrifice her without a second thought. In other words, he had never truly considered her family at all.'
