Xiao, the person she pursued for so long, knew better than anyone else.
He wasn't exactly cold to people, but rather extremely gentle and courteous. Even when dealing with subordinates, he didn't have the typical behavior of bureaucratic offspring. But anyone who had gotten close to him knew that he was outwardly warm but inwardly cold. He was very polite and gentle to everyone, yet maintained a precise distance, with an intrinsic aloofness and difficulty in approaching.
No matter how long she pursued him, she couldn't melt that glacier.
But how could he, for an unknown foreign female, kill Sok?
She certainly knew that Xiao and Sok had never been on good terms, but if Xiao truly wanted to kill him, he would never use such a concealed reason, nor resort to such unclear behavior.
Wu Wei was no fool; the more she thought about it, the uglier her expression became.
Yet she was also afraid of her father's ways, afraid he would kill Xiao.
