Han Shouzhen did not notice her father's reaction; her gaze was coldly fixed on Liu Yuzhi, "There's another thing that I've been unable to understand over these years, and I hope you can answer me."
She pursed her lips, the corners drawing up in a sneer, "Why did my mother know about your existence initially?"
Just as Han Kuang caught his breath, he suddenly looked up, "What do you mean?"
Han Shouzhen continued, "My mother was always an open-hearted person. If she hadn't been made aware of your existence and become defensive, she would never have hidden the Han Family's wealth. Your existence—it certainly wouldn't have been my father who told my mother. I had thought it was my mother's old subordinates who revealed it to her. After all, those involved in intelligence tend to be more informed. But later I realized that couldn't be right; when she was unwell, even if her old subordinates knew of your existence, they definitely wouldn't have told her and aggravated her condition."
