Han Xian was momentarily stunned, then a mocking smile spread across her face.
She said, "There's plenty I've done behind your back. Which one are you referring to?"
"Beef stew with tomatoes," Qin Ruan responded, her gaze icy.
At this, Han Xian seemed to understand something.
A manic laugh twisted her face. "Hahahaha… You actually know!"
Qin Anguo, Qin Jingcen, and Qin Mei were clueless about the code they were speaking in.
But whatever it was, if Han Xian was involved, it wasn't likely to be good.
The men all shared a grave look, a bad feeling rising like bile in their throats.
Staring at their nervous faces, Han Xian's voice was rich with mockery and hostility, "You guys don't know yet, do you? Qin Ruan was once force-fed boiling hot beef stew with tomatoes at the West City orphanage. She must have been only a few years old then, and her throat almost gave out."
Despite her unveiled regretful tone, it was clear she wished Qin Ruan's throat had given out.
