"What?!" Xi Zhi Shen was shocked.
"Yes." Zuo Xingyun had complex emotions in his eyes, "Eight years ago, he said there was something he couldn't settle and needed someone to spend three years inside. I trusted him, entrusted my whole life to him, but at the trial, I learned that it wasn't three years, it was the death penalty."
Xi Zhi Shen took a sharp breath, unable to believe that Xiang Tingjun would ruin his own handpicked successor: "Zuo Xingyun, now it's just the two of us, I hope you're not lying to me."
"You can choose not to believe." Zuo Xingyun's eyes dimmed for a moment: "All you knew was to frame me, but no one asked how I survived those eight years. Do you know how hard I worked to get the sentence reduced to eight years? I only saw him to ask for a clear answer. That day we parted on bad terms, no longer willing to trust each other. When he left, his car suddenly exploded, and until his death, I never got the answer I wanted..."