Xi Xiaye looked at her, then looked away indifferently.
Still, Xi Xinyi walked in and after a while, she was behind her. She looked at the doll that she had tossed into the dustbin. Upon seeing that Xi Xiaye had already turned away without so much of a second look at her, her expression instantly turned cold.
"I know you did those things! You've managed to take your revenge, Xi Xiaye!" Xi Xinyi's voice was frigid, inevitably mixed with some sharpness. Xi Xiaye did not even need to look when she could already feel the iciness attacking from behind.
The corner of Xi Xiaye's lips curled into a sneer. She picked up the rag doll on the windowsill before her and fiddled with it for a while before saying plainly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
