C1098 A Subtle Pattern

Zhao Sanjin had heard Dongfang Mingshuo's words and remembered it in his heart. For the first time, Zhao Sanjin, who had no parents to speak of, had an indescribable feeling, like a bone stuck in his throat.

"Uncle Ming, I will ask him everything myself. Don't say it anymore!"

"That's right. Your confrontation is more convincing than my empty and powerless expression