"By investigating from the source, I am sure I will definitely find the truth and identify the culprit who caused her death."
"Little Young Lady, follow me." Chenshang nodded and then turned around, leading Qiao Mu into the two-story building. They climbed to the second floor, and she opened the door to a room.
"Your mother lived here in the past."
The room was furnished simply. It could be seen that Long Chuyun wasn't too particular about things.
After so many years, the room was still clean and free from dust. It was obvious how diligently Chenshang cleaned it.
"Little Young Lady, sit." Chenshang invited Qiao Mu to sit. She picked up a finely crafted rosewood box with exquisite woodwork from the dressing table. She brought it to Qiao Mu.
After pushing it to Qiao Mu's side, Chenshang sighed and explained, "Your mother left behind these things. Please keep them well, Little Young Lady."
