Chen Xi smiled desolately and thought of Xu Xianlan. She didn't know if she was mocking or reminiscing, but her expression was complicated.
"Why are you so sure that my mother is dead? If that killer can let me go, maybe..."
Shen Xi sneered when Jing Yunzhao was halfway through her sentence.""Don't be silly. I paid so much money. If I'm not sure that she's dead, how can I stop? After I got to know Jin Yiran, I asked him to send someone to investigate. There was indeed a person buried on the mountain, and there were still rags and rags inside. Of course, there were also your mother's belongings."
At this point, a trace of absent-mindedness flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.
She had done many things, but she had never regretted it, nor did she feel that she had done anything wrong.
However, Xu Xianlan was different. She was the only woman who made her feel guilty.