651, Mr. Li's Daily Doting on His Wife 15_1

Upon hearing Yu Jingrong's words, an emotionless and ashen expression swept over Huo Shufen's face instantly.

Yu Jingrong continued, "This time, just as before, he didn't inform anyone else about his seclusion, aside from myself. Then I told Mom. The location of his seclusion should have only been known to the three of us. But if Dad's death was orchestrated by someone, then how would those people come to know about the place where Dad secluded himself?"

"Jingrong, I..."

Huo Shufen choked back her tears, taking several deep breaths but unable to utter a word.

Those events from so many years ago that she had almost forgotten, now, being brought up, it felt like reopening her old wounds, drenched in blood and boundlessly painful.

She didn't know how to explain things to Yu Jingrong. She cried, tears dropping on the table and falling into her bowl.

Seeing her mother's expression, Yu Jingrong felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart.