"Since you claim you didn't kill her, why is your knife stuck in her chest?!" Cao Tianbao hadn't expected his nephew to be beaten to such a state, yet still remain stubborn. Temporarily, he withheld the whip in his hand and loudly questioned.
Cao Chenfeng lay in disgrace on the ground. His whole body was covered with lacerations, even his face had been struck by the whip, with the skin on his cheeks split open, exposing the fresh red flesh, and blood trickling from the wound, dripping down his chin.
Yet, at this moment, he neither dared to cry out in pain nor to wipe it away. He was well aware that at this point, if he continued to hide the truth, it would be unstoppable if his uncle's anger burst forth, leaving him with no choice but to be beaten to death.
