Madam Dihao is not good

He lied because he wanted to disentangle the accident from his relationship.

Chanel hated him, hated him for indirectly hurting her family, but was so irresponsible, and didn't even have the courage to take responsibility.

He kept saying that he loved her, but his love was really selfish and hypocritical.

He is a person who only knows how to take, as long as he is happy, he will not hesitate to destroy her happiness...

Chanel doesn't want this kind of love, so she runs away. [

The injury four years ago was caused by Mu Xicheng, but Chanel is not an unreasonable person.

It wasn't just because of his father's death and his sister's injury that he turned his anger on Mu Xicheng, the biggest reason was his protection of criminals!

This is most inexcusable.

I will never forgive you for a lifetime!

Now, talking about this matter with Assistant Zheng again, Chanel's heart is still aching, with uncontrollable anger:

"He hid the murderer and lied to me that it was just an accident. Dad died, but I didn't even catch the murderer... I am very sad, and my dad in heaven will never rest in peace. Mr. Zheng, you keep saying He loves me, in fact, what he loves the most is probably himself."

"If you knew... why Young Master Mu wanted to cover up the truth about the murderer, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that."

Assistant Zheng's faint words pulled Chanel out of her anger.

"What do you mean?"

"I handled this matter with my own hands at the time, so I have the absolute right to speak." Mr. Zheng's deep eyes flashed in the lens, "You just have to believe that no matter what the young master does, his purpose is to protect You... are not harmed..."

"You mean, you know who the perpetrator is?"

"Yes."

"who is it?"

"Miss Xia, this is probably a secret that you will never want to know, because it may cause you pain for the rest of your life."

Chanel didn't believe it: "Tell me, who is it?"

"Unless Ian tells you himself, I can't say it."

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Mu Xicheng fell into a coma until the third day