Yu Jingrong was neither annoyed nor angry. Instead, she let out a light chuckle, her phoenix eyes narrowing into a seductive and unparalleled arc. Her eyelids drooped slightly, her long lashes veiling her gaze, making it impossible to see the expression in her eyes.
She raised an eyebrow, her red lips parting lightly, "I'm going to emphasize this one last time, your father's death has nothing to do with my father! As the daughter of a once prestigious family, since you claim your family was once noble, and I am just a young lady from a ruined Jade Carver Aristocratic Family, then if my father is just a Jade Carver Master, how could he possibly have killed your father? Su Luo, have you never considered that perhaps everything is a lie your mother told you, that your father wasn't killed by my father at all? She said this to you merely to find a legitimate excuse to satisfy her own private desires for venting her spite and hatred."
