Bing Shi spoke loudly enough for Fei Lan's departing soul to hear, "This subject accused Miss Fei Lan of being the culprit behind the stoled good. She demanded proof, and now, with her absence, I expect my merchandise to remain intact—unharmed and untouched."
Bing Shi's words turned Zhao Rong into an unwitting accomplice in her scheme. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, mixing with the droplets of blood that trickled down her battered knuckles. Feeling his guilt, her lips curved up as she eased up his feelings.
"She didn't want to wait for too long," Bing Shi remarked, her voice laced with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I hope I fulfilled her last wish."
