\nIf such a Shi Sinan appeared at the funeral, the Shi family could not show their faces in public again.
Uncle and niece incest, uncle dying on his niece’s belly, it was simply…
“Ms. Shi.” A man in a suit walked up to Ning Shu. He was about thirty years old, and even in his suit, he couldn’t hide the grim hostility emitting from his body.
Ning Shu went through a circle in her head, but she couldn’t remember this person’s identity. In the end, she asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m one of Xi Mucheng’s subordinates,” said the man.