"That's fine." Bai Chenxi pursed his lips. "Long Jingyuan is an old man now. He can't possibly kill his last remaining granddaughter, can he?"
"I'm just afraid that Jingrou's identity will be exposed…"
"That is why we must hope that Jingrou will be more intelligent and insist that she only committed the crime out of her greed for money. With a clear motive, no one will pause to consider if her status as the Long family's daughter is true or not."
"Your sister is very smart. I'm sure she would have already thought of this." Huang Zhishu did not worry about this.
A hint of displeasure appeared in Bai Chenxi's gaze. "But just in case, if Jingrou is really ruined this time…"
Huang Zhishu nodded. "Mom knows what to do."
...
Two days later, in the morning, in an intensive care unit on the thirtieth storey of the Jia Ya Hospital, Long Jingyuan opened his eyes as he laid on the hospital bed.
