Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and answered crisply, "Of course not."
"I killed her, and you don't hate me?" The man's Adam's apple moved as a rich, soft light appeared in his eyes.
Li Qiao gave Shang Yu a sidelong glance, folded the note, and tucked it into her pocket. "How could I be so irrational! I chose you from the beginning, and even if I were abandoned by everyone, my resolve would not waver. If you truly killed Yin Mo, it would only mean she gave you the opportunity to do so. I would feel regret, but there's no reason for me to hate you.
The Seven Sons all understand each other well enough; indecision is not something that happens to me. Yin Mo also understands me; there's no need for her to stake her life to gain my trust. That's akin to a road of no return; she's not that foolish."
The simplest logic is that as long as I hand over this note to Xiao Yehui, all of Yin Mo's schemes are bound to fail, even potentially leading her to a point of no recovery.
