"No need for you to ask them tomorrow, I know what's going on,"
Having heard Ye Yuqiao say this, Chen Hao, who had already risen and was leaning against the couch, first showed a surprised look, then smiled with disbelief and asked, "What do you know?"
Ye Yuqiao turned around to face Chen Hao.
Seeing the tears brimming in Ye Yuqiao's eyes, Chen Hao immediately frowned, his complexion darkened, and he was seized by an ominous premonition.
"Chen Hao, I'm sorry!" Ye Yuqiao said hoarsely.
Chen Hao's frown deepened, and his expression grew increasingly grim as he asked, "Why are you apologizing? And what exactly do you know?"
"Initially," Ye Yuqiao's body and voice were trembling, "it was I who ordered Niu Tou and Ma Mian to take your grandfather's Yin Soul to the Netherworld!"
In an instant, Chen Hao's face turned ashen, as if struck by a bolt from the blue. After a moment of daze, he glared at Ye Yuqiao with bloodshot eyes and screamed, "Ye Yuqiao, what are you talking about!"