The slap never landed on Fu Ziyuan's face; en route, his wrist was seized by Fu Ziyuan.
The force with which Fu Ziyuan gripped her was almost enough to crush her bones.
"Fu Yunshen killed your father, yet you're still worried about him? Wouldn't his death precisely resolve the hatred you hold in your heart?"
Wen Yuci's long lashes trembled violently, her eyes a fierce red, "Fu Ziyuan, before Uncle Liu died, he told me that it was your men who beat Fu Yunshen's grandmother to death! You're the murderer who killed his grandmother!"
Fu Ziyuan was slightly taken aback.
He hadn't expected Wen Yuci to know about this.
But so what if she knew? Did she have any evidence?
Seeing Wen Yuci looking as if she was ready to fight to the death with him, Fu Ziyuan found it somewhat amusing.
"What, are you so full of hate for me because I forced you and Fu Yunshen to be apart for so many years?"
Wen Yuci's eyes widened.
Fu Ziyuan's words were tantamount to an admission of guilt.
