"It seems this person is Yang Peiyun." Fu Nancheng spoke with certainty from his reaction.
"I didn't expect she wasn't dead. It seems she just wanted an excuse to send the two children to me back then. I should have realized it earlier." Qiao Dehou sighed softly, as if not entirely surprised.
"I know Qiao Yun is also your child, and maybe to you, they mean the same. But about the events eight years ago, I need to know the truth." Fu Nancheng didn't show Qiao Yun's photo to Qiao Dehou, worried that seeing Qiao Yun's burns would stir his compassion.
"When I got to the hospital later, many police officers were there too. I asked a familiar friend and learned that Xiao Mo had caused the car accident, leading to a tragedy." Qiao Dehou lowered his eyes, as if still haunted by the events of that year.
After all, no matter how powerful or influential the family, this would not be a trivial matter.
