Qin Zhiyu could no longer control himself. His face was flushed red from holding back his emotions. He said with difficulty, "Last night, I talked to Foster Father about some business matters. Then, Foster Father…"
He said the last word with all his might.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
The truth was actually so unbearable!
Because Qin Zhiyu was too overcome with emotions, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
No one spoke in the room for a long time. It was extremely quiet.
Chu Qingzhi walked over and gently patted Qin Zhiyu's back.
Qin Zhiyu woke up a moment later. His face was pale, and even his lips had lost their color. He looked especially pitiful.
Chu Qingzhi asked, "Do you know who killed Second Master Tan?"
Qin Zhiyu clenched his fists and broke out in cold sweat. "I-I killed him."
