Ning Qing finished her words and stood up, turning to leave.
She had just turned around, and her entire body froze. Xu Junxi was standing behind her.
He was staring intently at her.
"Ning Qing, you…"
Ning Qing stood up slowly and smiled elegantly, "Ning Yao, I did not lie to you. You told me the truth, and I gave you the recording pen. This is a fair deal."
Ning Yao collapsed as she sat on the sofa. She did not dare lift her head to look at Xu Junxi; she already knew she was dead.
She was really done. Xu Junxi had found out.
He knew everything now.
Ning Qing lifted her feet and walked towards the main doors of the cafe. She passed by Xu Junxi's side, and Xu Junxi said in a sinister tone, "Was what she said all true?"
Ning Qing nodded her head and replied, " I think we can trust her."
"I got it." Xu Junxi's eyes were dull as he looked at Ning Yao and answered her.
