Ye Qin, Aunt He and Ye Xin were locked in the linen room. They were surrounded by dirty linens waiting to be washed, and the smell was not very pleasant.

Ye Xin sat next to Ye Qin, her little hands tightly grasping Ye Qin's clothes, obviously still in shock.

Aunt He, however, sat opposite Ye Qin from a distance, looking at her inquiringly.

Ye Qin didn't say a word from beginning to end. His smart eyes were observing the surrounding environment, and finally locked onto the garbage passage that ran through the linen room of the main building.

"Madam, is what Wu Mei said true? Do you really not care about the life or death of the eldest young master? Did you come back just for money?" Aunt He stared at Ye Qin and asked.

"Aunt He, don't listen to that bad woman. She's just trying to sow discord. My sister isn't that kind of person. Don't you trust her at all?" Ye Xin spoke up for Ye Qin. No matter what others said about Ye Qin, she wouldn't believe it. She only believed in her own heart and her own eyes. She knew what kind of person her sister was.

But Aunt He was different. Her trust in Ye Qin was built up slowly and in a very short period of time. Therefore, once some remarks were made, they might disturb Aunt He's mind.

Especially now, in Aunt He's view, Wei Chen is dead, her only meaning in the Wei family is gone, and all her spiritual support collapses in an instant. Therefore, as long as Wu Mei provokes her a little bit with words, Aunt He will take the bait.

Aunt He's words made Ye Qin look away, look at her, then glance at the closed door, and then whispered, "Wei Chen is not dead."

"The young master is not dead!" Aunt He's eyes flashed with light for a moment, but soon dimmed. "Don't try to fool me with that kind of talk. I've seen the photo. The photo of the young master lying in a pool of blood..."

Ye Xin thought of the photo and began to sob. "Sister, my brother-in-law died so tragically... How could those people be so cruel... Not only did they kill my brother-in-law, they also harmed Uncle Wei, and now they want to frame Aunt He for Uncle Wei's murder... Why can people be so evil..."

Ye Qin gently stroked Ye Xin's back, looked into Aunt He's red eyes, and repeated in a low voice, "Believe me, Wei Chen is not dead."

This time, Aunt He was stunned. She stared into Ye Qin's eyes and burst into tears for a long time.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Ye Qin withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and didn't look at the person who came.

When Wei Yan walked in, the first thing he saw was Aunt He crying with her face covered. He didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, Wei Chen was dead, and she loved him so much, so it was normal for her to cry.

His second glance fell on Ye Qin, who was looking down in the corner. The man's eyes darkened. He walked forward, stood in front of Ye Qin, and looked down at her.

The little woman clearly knew that someone was coming and standing in front of her, but she still lowered her head and didn't look at him.

Wei Yan frowned. It was the first time he had such a strong desire. He desperately wanted Ye Qin to look at him.

So he said, "Lift your head!"

He couldn't even wait to squat down, reached out and grabbed Ye Qin's chin, and lifted her face up forcefully.

The moment their eyes met, Wei Yan was stunned again, and even held his breath.

Ye Qin's eyes were so intimidating. Although he looked lazy, they seemed to be able to see through everything.

She laughed, "You know, you almost died just now."

The voice was very soft and faint, but it made Wei Yan shudder, especially when he saw Ye Qin's right hand slowly loosening.