Jiang Xi's heart was filled with bitterness; her father was Mrs. Luo's untouchable sore spot, the mere mention of which would make her bristle like a different person.
"I don't know, I don't remember anymore."
Mrs. Luo's gaze at Jiang Xi was as if they were sworn enemies.
"Jiang Xi, do you even have a conscience? By saying you don't remember, do you want your father to die with his eyes open?"
Jiang Xi stared at Mrs. Luo, "Then you tell me how he died. Mom, I've never understood why you hide things from me. I'm your biological daughter; how could I harm you?"
Mrs. Luo lowered her eyelids and looked at the pattern on the floor, "Your dad was going to the border to find you, and it just so happened that the company had a shipment that needed to be escorted there."
Baize Group had made its fortune in logistics and was among the first to reap the benefits of the logistics boom.