"It's better I tell you myself since waiting for you to find out could take years."
Qiao An's smile carried a hint of sinister resentment, as if mocking a naive fool, "Ji Zhicheng, you have truly redefined my understanding of uselessness. Raising someone else's daughter and son, yet allowing your adoptive daughter to kill your own biological son. And you're even thinking about your very own grandson, Ji Zhicheng, do you realize how foolish you are?"
The information in Qiao An's words was overwhelming.
Ji Zhicheng was stunned for a full two minutes before he could comprehend.
He looked frantic, agitated and shocked, "What did you say?"
What does it mean that his own son?
His… his biological son, where is he?
Wait!
What did she just say?
Killed...
Ji Qingxin killed his biological son?
Joy and grief hit Ji Zhicheng in a flash; his body shook violently as he staggered backward, luckily his young and beautiful mistress supported him, preventing a public disgrace.
