"Huo..." Old Master Qin read the sentence, looking at Huo Rou thoughtfully, an unbelievable guess forming in his mind.
"Yes, my surname is Huo," Huo Rou looked at Old Master Qin, word by word.
"Huo Jinyi is..." Old Master Qin said the name hesitantly. Qin Ningyi, standing beside him, acutely noticed the tremor in his voice as he uttered those three words.
"My dad."
Huo Rou looked at him somewhat mockingly.
She had reached out to calm Old Master Qin, but upon hearing Huo Rou's answer, Grandma Liu's hand suddenly stopped. She stared at Huo Rou, surprise in her eyes.
Hearing this, Old Master Qin suddenly gasped with agitation, "Xiao... Xiao You?"
"You are Huo Jinyi's daughter?!" He stumbled forward and looked closely at the person before him.
The moment Grandma Liu heard that name from Old Master Qin, she had already sent Qin Jian out to get medicine. It was a thorn in Old Master Qin's heart, each mention driving it an inch deeper.
"You've grown up, you're not like you were before," he tried to curve his lips, afraid of scaring Huo Rou, his every expression cautious.
Qin Ningyi had never seen his grandfather like this before.
"I've been investigating your father's affairs, Cheng Guozhong really isn't..."
Huo Rou was looking down at Qin Ningyi's hand pulling at her sleeve. When she heard Old Master Qin's words, she suddenly raised her voice, her eyes like swords piercing Old Master Qin. "He isn't what?"
"He isn't a traitor, so who is?!" Huo Rou roared.
Every night with lightning and thunder, the scene of her father falling would repeatedly replay before her eyes: the ringing of the phone, the rumble of thunder, the sharp and blinding flashes of lightning, and the abrupt gunshot after the profound silence...
She couldn't forgive!
Originally, her father didn't have to die, and those people didn't have to die!
Traitors should be punished! Why were they released just because of his plea, his guarantee?
What did he consider those who died because of it? What did he consider those who were injured because of it?
Old Master Qin looked at Huo Rou's reddened eyes, his breathing becoming more rapid. "I've been investigating all these years, it's connected to the Jiang family. Just wait a bit longer, I will give you an answer!"
"The Jiang family?" Huo Rou seemed to hear something laughable. Her trembling voice rose slightly, her face a clear picture of mockery.
She pointed at Old Master Qin, losing the respect she had shown during their question-and-answer session, and called him by his name, "Qin Han! Even if you're making it up, find a suitable suspect!"
Qin Ningyi looked at the sleeve being pulled from his hand and tugged it back again.
He looked at Old Master Qin, also waiting for an explanation.
Old Master Qin looked at the mockery on Huo Rou's face, his breathing growing heavier. His breath was rapid, and Grandma Liu kept patting his back, "Don't rush, Old Qin, don't rush!"
The last time he had an episode and was sent to the hospital, he nearly died. She watched him take his medicine every day, only then did he recover to this point. He couldn't get agitated anymore!
"Xiao Rou, your grandfather isn't lying to you. He's been investigating this matter all these years, just to bring fairness to those from that year. You..."
She knew about this incident, where several people died, and the most pitiful was Huo Jinyi's family.
He died, and his wife also died from infection during a mission. Their daughter was only ten years old at the time. At an age when she should have been carefree, she participated in a part of the mission with her skills, witnessing the deaths of both her parents firsthand.
She looked at Huo Rou with pity in her eyes.
Old Master Qin struggled to breathe, he opened his mouth, "Girl, I really didn't lie to you, the Jiang family..."