In her previous life, Song Qingyun and her old man enjoyed a life of luxury, supported by their seven daughters.
When Song Qingyun finally repented, none of her seven daughters had lived past...
Everyone waited nervously for Xia Dongsheng's next words.
Xia Dongsheng took a deep breath and told everyone everything he knew, including Xia Weian.
"It seems that we can only go to Xia Weian now. If Mingzhe's son is willing to help us because we all have the surname Xia, we are not hopeless." said a relative.
"When Gu Lingyun died, when Xia Mingzhe died, we all watched. Now their children are back..."
"Xia Mingqi has been hammered to the ground. No matter what the reason, he's a spy. He won't survive with this identity. We're all implicated with him."
"But we didn't know he was a spy," a relative exclaimed.
"So what if I don't know? I've helped him do a lot of things even though I don't know. We did some things even though we knew they were dirty, didn't we?"
"The only thing we can do now is to find Xia Weian."
"Since he was able to talk to the higher-ups and uproot Xia Mingqi, it means he has certain resources. If he is willing to lend us a hand, perhaps we still have hope."
"But that child..."
Xia Dongsheng shook his head. He felt that he was too embarrassed to go there.
"Uncle, no matter what, now that Xia Mingqi has been captured, you are the only one we can rely on."
"Yes, uncle, you can't just ignore us no matter what. Go find Xia Weian. Maybe he just hates Xia Mingqi."
"Xia Mingzhe's affairs have nothing to do with us, and he can't talk to us about it."
"At most, we were negligent in oversight, but our crime is not punishable by death."