Let Chris Out

Uncle Smith sneered. "They've never contacted each other on the Internet, nor do they know each other in real life. They've never met or interacted with each other. Then, your child jumped off a building, but you're clamoring for our Fourth Young Master to take responsibility? Where does this logic come from?" According to them, was it someone who choked on rice one day and had to blame the farmer who grew rice? If they went to the river to play with water and drowned, they had to blame the river for flowing?

Although Uncle Smith's words were a little cold, he had to be firm when dealing with these shameless people. Otherwise, if he hesitated or gave in at all, they would bite him even harder.

The girl's father smashed the mineral water bottle in his hand on the ground and shouted, "What's the use of saying so much! My child is already dead! It's not your child who died. Don't you know how to feel sorry for her?"

Uncle Smith's eyes turned cold.