Though twenty years had passed since he committed the crime, with Su Xiaoyue's current status, it was still easy for her to make him pay for his past.
"Husband, what have you done?" Mrs. Zhang asked her husband, her face changing color.
Principal Zhang smiled bitterly and did not tell his wife what he had done.
After leaving the apartment, Su Xiaoyue did not get back into her own car, but instead got into Xia Ying's car and let two bodyguards drive them.
"Where to?"
Xia Ying asked gently.
Su Xiaoyue took off her glasses, pulled out a few tissues, wiped the corners of her eyes, then crumpled the tissues into a ball and threw it in the trash can, her voice hoarse as she answered, "To a place where I can vent."
Xia Ying looked at her with pity. While Xiaoyue was gathering evidence, she was also digging into the wounds in her heart. Finding a piece of evidence was like stabbing a knife into her wounds.
She was burdened with too much hatred and pain.
