Ning Zezhen's face changed, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "You found out?"
Ning Wan's expression remained unchanged, but she began to feign ignorance again, "Found out about what?"
However, there was a bit of mockery and sarcasm in her voice.
Ning Zezhen looked at her, his hand on the table couldn't help clenching into a fist, but he remained silent.
Looking at the man in front of her who shared a thin blood relation with her and a resemblance to her father, Ning Wan felt a deep melancholy in her heart. After all, who would have thought that her uncle would be the one to kill her parents?
