Chen Luoxue stared at Yecheng. Her tight little face was red with anger. If her eyes could kill, Yecheng should have been a burnt-black corpse at the moment.

Ye Cheng sighed and didn't know what to say. He was also a woman of his own, so he stood up and went to Chen Luoxue, took her hands and said euphemistically, "Snowfall, this case is not as simple as you think. Your aunt and your cousin were murdered by him. You're alone. I'm afraid you'll have an accident. Do you understand?

"My aunt died of myocarditis, and the doctors confirmed it."

"Is that true?" When Chen Luoxue said this, her expression...