Ran Jianli's death was undoubtedly a nightmare for Xu Yuan.
After all, that big old man was more important to Big Ice Lump than his own father, and could be considered half his future father-in-law.
But for some reason,
at the moment this news truly settled, Xu Yuan's once tightly clenched heart began to grow calm.
He almost processed this news in an instant,
and in an instant, he digested the heart-wrenching grief Ran Jianli's death brought to Ran Qingmo.
The swiftness was almost cold-blooded.
In the silence, audible were the sounds of heartbeat and breathing, and Xu Yuan faced his father, speaking:
"Who did it?"
Xu Yinhè slowly turned around and continued walking towards the study, his words reverberating through the alley of the inner courtyard:
"Keeping your composure is admirable, but your mind is still somewhat unsettled."
"...."
As the words fell, a moment of stillness.
Xu Yuan also realized that under normal circumstances he wouldn't ask such a foolish question.
