Lu Qinian leaned against the sofa, his gaze sharp and venomous, as if he were looking not at his own flesh and blood, but at a mortal enemy.
Images from those years flickered through his mind, yet his voice remained calm, utterly devoid of emotion. "Do you know who committed such a heinous act? Your mother. But she was never my wife."
Lu Linshen’s breathing grew heavy with impatience. A monumental secret lay hidden within these words.
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