After the recording ended, Jin Qingling looked at Wu Zihao with hatred filled in her eyes. "This can't be true. This isn't my sister. You are lying, ain't you?"
Wu Zihao pressed his lips in a thin line. "Do you really think I am lying?"
"All I know is that the voice in the recording can't be of my sister's. That's all!" She was quite adamant to not believe the truth.
"Is that all you have known about me in all these years?" Wu Zihao asked feeling dejected.
"She is my sister. Why would she play such cheap tricks against me?"
"I didn't ask what you think about your sister. Just tell me is this what you think I am?"
Jin Qingling's lips twitched but no words came out of them.
"You know I am not lying to you. But you are ignoring it because you don't want to accept the reality. Isn't it true?"
"No, this can't be true." Jin Qingling said looking away. "Please go away Wu Zihao."
