"It has nothing to do with you..." Xiao Fang snorted coldly. This old man was still quite stubborn. He really wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

Xiao Fang turned on his phone again, and heard a woman crying out, "Help me! Help me!"

"Daughter?!" Xia Quan'an was stunned for a moment, then propped himself up to get a closer look. Xiao Fang had already turned off her phone and tossed it back to Qingyun.

"You should recognize this voice, right? This is your precious daughter."

"What...what are you trying to do? She doesn't know anything!" Xia Quan'an struggled frantically, trying to break free of the ropes, but even with his hands bleeding from the ropes, he couldn't break free and could only wriggle around on the ground.

Knowing that his trick had worked, Xiao Fang continued to entice her, "Whether Miss Xia knows or not is none of my concern, but Miss Xia has delicate skin and has never suffered much hardship since childhood. I wonder how long she can last in the hands of a ruthless man in black?"

"You...you all..."

"Time is running out. If you still can't make up your mind, I'll have my men take good care of Miss Xia."

"No—" Xia Quan'an had no choice but to finally relent, "I'll talk. Those...those two assassins really weren't hired by me..."

Seeing that Xiao Fang's face was turning ashen again, Xia Quan'an quickly changed the subject, "But I know who hired them!"

He thought for a moment and realized that Mu Nanxun wanted to know who the masked man with him was. Since he didn't know the man, he might as well just implicate him and use that as an excuse to clear himself of any involvement.

"Who is it?!" Qingyun, who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them upon hearing this and focused her mind.

Xia Quan'an struggled for a moment, then pointed with his chin towards his pocket, "My phone, I have that person's photo on my phone."

Fortunately, he had been careful and secretly took a picture when the person wasn't looking, which he could use to get by.

Just as Xiao Fang was about to reach into Xia Quan'an's pocket, Qingyun glanced at Xiao Fang, stopped him, and then reached in herself, saying, "I'll do it, just in case there's something explosive."

The two hands touched accidentally, and then quickly recoiled as if electrocuted.

Qingyun took the phone and opened it, finding the only photo in the album. It was clear the photo was taken from a considerable distance, and only a profile was visible. The profile itself wasn't the problem; the key issue was that the person was wearing a mask, completely obscuring their face.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Qingyun frowned, wondering what could possibly be hidden in this.

“Yes, it’s him,” Xia Quan’an replied. “I really didn’t lie to you. He was the one who hired the assassin to kill Mu Nanxun and tried to seize the Mu family’s property. Ji Nian and I are in cahoots. It has nothing to do with me or my daughter! Please be magnanimous and let me and my daughter go!”

"It has nothing to do with you? You're kidding me! Do you think your grandpa is so easily fooled?!" Xiao Fang delivered another blow to Xia Quan'an's face, making his nose bleed and almost knocking it to the side.

Xia Quan'an winced in pain, letting out a cry of "Ouch!" as blood gushed from his nose, smearing his face. He stammered, "I didn't... I didn't lie to you. Ji Nian and that person did indeed, did indeed find me and wanted me to join them in dealing with Mu Nanxun. They even said they would split the Mu family's assets with me after they got them. But I... I didn't agree. I have such a good relationship with Old Master Mu, and Mu Nanxun almost became my son-in-law. How could I do something so heinous..."