Her pupils shrank back as she looked at Lu Nanze.
He was staring at her with stubbornness in his eyes.
He said slowly and clearly, "Qiao Lian, I'm sorry."
He was sorry that he could not let his father go to jail. Even if murder had to be punished, would he be the one to send his father to the guillotine?
That wasn't possible.
Qiao Lian merely felt an explosion of fury inside her chest.
She glared at him with hatred in her eyes.
She was infuriated.
He would rather get burnt in order to destroy the account book. All for his father's sake!
It wasn't wrong of him to protect his father, but what about her parents' reputation? Who was going to defend them?
Were they to die just like that?
That feeling of injustice overwhelmed her and, like a child who had been wronged, tears started to pour down her face.
Her gaze fell on the brazier.
The account book had been half burnt.