"Okay!" Jin Yaping agreed readily after a moment of silence.
The hall was noisy, and Xia Yanxin supported Xia Shandi into the bedroom, then gently closed the door. Old Master Jin's death had hit Xia Shandi the hardest. At this point, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she was facing various pressures from the Jin Family.
"Mom... don't be sad, I will definitely clear Dad's name. For now, you should rest, and don't think about anything else."
Xia Shandi grasped Xia Yanxin's hand, her eyes brimming with tears: "Yanyan, do you believe Mom?"
"Mom, what are you thinking about? You've been with Dad for your whole life, how could you harm him?"
