In contrast to Bai Xiexie's near loss of control, Shu Yimo seemed much more composed.
Leaning lightly against the back of her chair, she casually admired Bai Xiexie's slightly tense little face and spoke lightly—
"There's no need to be so surprised; I learned it from you. It's also a chance for you to perform. You've always wanted to play the role of the kind-hearted angel, haven't you? Then let me be the devil."
As Shu Yimo spoke, a faint smile suddenly appeared on her cold, beautiful face.
"You're fabricating things! You want to use this to threaten me! What do you want to do!"
Bai Xiexie's face was cold, with a frosty gleam in her eyes, "You think I'd succumb to your threat! You're really underestimating me!"
