"By the way, speaking of last time's incident, your dear brother was also involved!" Liu Minjun glared at him again.
"Yizheng…" He Yirong furrowed his brow, "He told me that he was unaware of the matter."
"Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to intervene directly. But do you think that absolves him of responsibility? I think he wishes Jingyao were dead," Liu Minjun said angrily.
"Before our father died, he made me promise to take good care of Yizheng. I can't just accuse him of such baseless crimes, can I? Besides, he still holds shares," He Yirong pondered, "But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him in the future."
He and He Yizheng were twenty years apart, and this brother was almost entirely raised by him. To say there were no feelings, that would be impossible.
But if he had truly harbored intentions to harm Jingyao, He Yirong would never condone it.
