"Don't try anything sneaky. Just leave."
"With Mr. Jiu here, how would I dare? If Mr. Jiu gives me the chance, I'd still have to learn a bit more from him."
He smiled and went downstairs. Qin Miaomiao sat there with a dark expression on her face, a hint of unwillingness:
"Ninth Uncle, how can you be so sure it wasn't him framing Lu Qing?"
"He's a smart man. He wouldn't do something that's self-destructive."
"But he has the strongest motive."
"Fighting over family assets? Ha, his own fortune is considerable, and besides, smart people don't resort to the stupidest methods for their goals. I had someone examine the victim's wounds. The person who struck was a seasoned professional. Though the wounds appear chaotic on the surface, only an expert could leave marks like those."
"Then who could it be?"
Ou Beichen, who'd been standing silently all along, suddenly got agitated. Gritting his teeth, he spat:
"Ouyang Yan—it must be him! He's back again!"
"Ouyang Yan?"
