"That child... ah..." The elderly man sighed deeply, his gaze swept over Ji Qingqiu and settled on the Chu Family members standing beside him. He braced himself on the chair and struggled to sit up, "Wenhui, Wenjie!"
The two sons, hearing his voice, hurriedly approached.
"Dad!"
"Kneel!"
Both sons were taken aback.
"Kneel!"
The elderly man's voice suddenly became sharp.
Chu Wenhui shook his head and knelt on the ground.
Seeing this, Chu Wenjie also hurriedly knelt down.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Jinwang frowned and spoke.
"Now, I will ask you both one question, does the matter with Xiaoxi have anything to do with you?"
The old man's breath was still unstable, but his words were clear and carried the authority of his prime years.
"Dad!" Chu Wenhui raised his face, "I can assure you that I have nothing to do with this."
"Dad!" Chu Wenjie also raised his right hand, "I swear it wasn't me. If you don't believe it, go ahead and investigate, and if you find out I did it…"
