Han Kexin was truly frightened by Qin Ruan, her face ashen pale.
Seeing her feeble state made Han Xian furious at her incompetence.
An impatience crossed her face as she coldly said, "Are you possessed? Don't you understand what a beauty pupil is? There's no such thing as ghosts in the world. It's obvious she's the one pulling the strings!
If she really is a ghost, then I must be King Yama, who will send her back to hell!"
Han Kexin had always blindly followed Han Xian, and her firm tone had somewhat comforted her deeply-rooted fear.
She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, sobbing as she asked, "Mom, what should we do now?"
Han Xian's eyes flashed with ruthless determination as she gazed at her daughter, asking in a deep voice, "Do you have the footage from the Imperial Court Hotel?"
"Yes." Han Kexin nodded.
Han Xian sneered coldly, her voice filled with malice, "Hand it over to the media, let everyone know that the Qin girl leads an improper lifestyle.
