Nan Zhuoyuan snapped back to reality when he heard those words.
"No, it's not Doctor Li's fault!"
He stood by the door, looking at Nan Bofu, who was overwhelmed with grief and full of hatred for Nan Yu.
"Dad, anyone could have poisoned mother, but Doctor Li definitely couldn't have! You can't kill her!"
Nan Bofu clenched the string of Buddhist beads tightly, and the look he gave Nan Zhuoyuan was not of satisfaction as before, but rather severe.
"Nan Zhuoyuan, you have always been my most satisfactory son among all my children. Whether it's the company or the family, you have managed everything flawlessly."
"I even thought that if we couldn't find your sister, I would entrust the Nan Family to you in the future. But now, looking at you, you really can't distinguish right from wrong. For the sake of Li Yingying, you are utterly disregarding your mother's death!"
"Someone, tie up the Eldest Young Master too!"
As he finished speaking, his tone became harsher.
