Ye Xingchen was a little surprised. It seemed like Qin Tianming knew who killed Qin Gongming.
"You know who killed your father, right?"
"Of course, I know! I was there when my father died. I was stuffed into the cupboard by my father. Uncle Mo is a bad guy. My father was so good to him before, but he, he actually killed my father!"
Thinking of this, Qin Tianming inexplicably began to feel afraid again.
"Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave. Not only did Uncle Mo kill my father, but he also killed many, many people. Auntie Chen and the others were all killed by Uncle Mo. Hurry up and leave. Don't let Uncle Mo find out, or we'll all die!"
Qin Tianming suddenly began to struggle. They had been here for so long, and they had not deliberately lowered their voices. If they lured Mo Guanshan and the others over…
"You're talking about Mo Guanshan and the others, right? Oh, it's okay. They're all dead. They can't kill us."