Cen Xi sat on the bed and stared at the photo in her hands. As she looked, her eyes started to turn red unconsciously.
If her older sister was still alive, she would convince her older sister to turn herself in. Then, she would cut all ties between Qiao Yanze and her, quit her job as the assistant of the Queen's main interpreter and leave the Capital.
In her daze, Cen Xi's phone started ringing.
Without glancing at the caller ID, she answered the call. "Hello…"
"Did you cry?" A man's low and calm voice trailed from the other end of the call. Cen Xi froze for a few seconds before she regained her senses and hurriedly composed herself. "No, you heard wrong."
"Where are you? Are you back at the Capital?"
Cen Xi bit her lip. "I'm still with my relative in Feng City. I'll return to the Capital tomorrow afternoon."
"Where in Feng City?"
Cen Xi's heart couldn't help but tense.
Why was he asking about her whereabouts?
