Old ginger is spicier.

Ji Ziming's deep eyes narrowed slightly. The reason that had been troubling them all this while was finally explained by qu xiujie.

"So you don't have any evidence?"

Ji Ziming's voice was cold as he looked at qu xiujie's face, which was alternating between red and white.

Perhaps qu xiujie did not have any evidence, but Ji Ziming had already found out what old lady qu had done to old master Qu's first wife.

"Mr. Ji, you don't believe me? I'm your wife's uncle. "

Qu xiujie stood up. He was wearing a pair of Italy handmade leather shoes. Because they didn't take care of them often, they had lost their original luster. The dust on his feet scattered on his shoes and his trousers.

If the person in front of her was her uncle, she would rather believe that he was an ordinary person. How did he have anything to do with the qu family?