Xie Luan looked at her son anxiously. “No! This has nothing to do with Chang Ze. He was just a child at that time! He didn’t know anything!”
This sentence revealed too much information, and one of the media keenly pressed, “So you admit it? You let your son inject a lethal dose of compound hibernation spirit into your father.”
Xie Chang looked calmly at the media that were swarming toward him.
When he was young, although his wisdom was far beyond ordinary people, there were times when he was confused and confused.
His mother’s cold eyes made him deeply doubt whether he had really done something wrong.
Even if he didn’t have the time to execute it, having such an idea was already extremely evil, and he was a complete monster.
For more than ten years, he had never tried to explain himself to his parents because he felt that there was no way to explain himself and that it was impossible for him to gain forgiveness.
