Zhou Xiaobo immediately became nervous, pointing at them with great pain. "Why do you all bully me? I'm a dying man, a poor father. Why do you treat me this way?"
An Ning showed no sympathy for him, speaking with deep hatred. "Since you want to know, fine, I'll tell you. Because the person you hit back then was my mother. You wanted to kill my mother."
Zhou Xiaobo was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You're Cheng Yujie's daughter?"
An Ning's eyes opened wide, filled with hatred. "It really was you, wasn't it? Back then, Zhou Shiran ordered you to kill my mother, right?"
Zhou Xiaobo's eyes suddenly widened, clutching his chest tightly. "I... I..."
Yu Jingchen stabilized An Ning. "You should leave first, his condition is very dangerous right now, he can't be agitated."
An Ning saw that Zhou Xiaobo was about to pass away and became more anxious. "Zhou Xiaobo, speak up quickly, who were you trying to run over back then? Was it Cheng Yujie?"
