Fan Shaoming, in a flurry to chase after his wife, was unknown to Su Xiaoyue as she was on her way to the Bai Group. She sat quietly in the back seat of the car; her mother's gravestone placed beside her, one hand always resting on the tombstone next to her, eyes gazing straight ahead.
Her emotions were heavy yet fluctuating.
Now pulling the curtain off the father-daughter war, she wondered if it were the right time. She just didn't want to wait any longer and was determined to push Bai Zhenhong into the fray. Disturbing the enemy's world first was also a method of attack.
Glancing sideways, she looked again at the tombstone beside her.
Mom, do you agree with what I'm doing?
You would definitely support me.
You wouldn't want that scum to continue living comfortably either.
