On the phone, it was Xiao Yehui's voice.
Still as mild and meticulous as ever, yet upon close listening, one could discern a hint of light mockery.
Li Qiao rose and leaned against the headboard, her fingers caressing the quilt, "Is the tacit understanding you speak of just having me stand by and watch coldly?"
"How is this standing by and watching coldly?" Xiao Yehui seemed to chuckle, "Could it be that your feelings for him have grown so deep that you would ignore Yin Mo's fate? Xiao Qi, you understand, if it weren't for Shang Shaoyan, things between us wouldn't have come to this point.
You can blame me or resent me, but in the end, it's all because of Shang Shaoyan. Do you really think I'm unaware of the little maneuvers you've been making behind the scenes?"
