When I had just returned from Guangzhou, I trusted Heng Jisheng completely, after all, apart from my parents, he was like another elder to me.
While I was clashing with Shen Hetai, Heng Jisheng also secretly helped me a lot, providing me with much useful information. However, I, who was not related by blood, ultimately couldn't compare to his own granddaughter.
No matter whether it was Heng Tingting's own decision to plot against me last time or whether Heng Jisheng also had a hand in it.
But one thing was certain: even if Heng Jisheng didn't join in, he knew about it but just didn't tell me.
A ripple stirred in my heart, but it quickly calmed down. Having witnessed so many betrayals, I should have gotten used to it by now.
"Old Mr. Heng, no matter why you stopped me today, before you speak, I have a question for you."
I spoke with a cold voice, and Heng Jisheng looked at me deeply, his aged and murky eyes filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend, then he told me to ask.