"Of course, if you want to seek evidence now, it's not impossible. You can go ask your murderer of a mother!" Mo Siluo deliberately elongated his tone, as if he had just thought of it.
Wen Wan was shocked once again, her mouth agape as if she could swallow a quail egg.
"You couldn't truly believe that your mother is dead, could you?" Mo Siluo scoffed coldly.
Wen Wan blinked, "What do you mean, explain yourself clearly!"
"Die in childbirth? Your father sure has a wild imagination! What kind of man curses his own wife to death? By that logic, your father is not only a pervert but also a heartless and ungrateful person!"
"My mother is still alive?" Wen Wan was incredibly surprised.
"You should be asking me how my mother died back then," a sinister look flitted through Mo Siluo's eyes.
Wen Wan didn't dare to ask; she always felt that the answer wouldn't be the one she wanted.
