Realizing she had lost her composure, Zhao Suihua hurriedly adjusted her expression and gently tucked the blanket in around Song Julan. "Don't think about these things. Just rest. As for the company..."
"Aunt Zhao," Song Julan interrupted her, "where were you the day Xie Wan died?"
Zhao Suihua’s pupils constricted sharply. "You... why are you suddenly asking this?"
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