The words sent a ringing sensation through Ji Qingwei's ears. She stared at Si Fuqing in disbelief, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
The fact that her godfather had suddenly spat blood and left was somehow connected to Si Fuqing?
How could that be possible?!
In Ji Qingwei's mind, her godfather was an omnipotent deity, capable of dominating everything.
She could hardly accept that her godfather had vomited blood; the notion that this incident was related to Si Fuqing was even more unfathomable.
It dawned on her that the Si Fuqing she knew was merely the tip of an iceberg, and the vast expanse of that iceberg was now crashing down upon her, leaving her gasping for air.
"What do you want?" Ji Qingwei's heart raced with fear as she screamed, her voice raw and anguished. "You can't do anything to me! Even if you report me, no one will believe such nonsense about stealing luck!"
