Sikong Jian: "Could this damn thing be a confessional set up for me?"
Ya Ling flicked her wavy long hair, and wouldn't admit it even if she were beaten to death.
Sikong Jian didn't struggle either; there really wasn't much to hide anyway.
"When it comes down to it, I guess I should be considered a bastard. My mom was a pretty tragic person, who waited for my dad her whole life, but never got his wedding. That man, he married a daughter from a powerful family that could save him twenty years of struggle. There's nothing more to say about that, my mom accepted it. Everyone was at peace with it, and my mom never disturbed their lives. That is, until that kidnapping incident."
Sikong Jian paused for a moment here.
All four sets of eyes fell on him, as they heard Sikong Jian seriously tell his own story for the first time.
They only knew that Sikong Jian came from a family with very strict upbringing, with a father who was very harsh with him.
