"Hm?" Qiao Jing blinked in confusion and turned to face the man, "What did you just say?"
The car stopped in front of the apartment, and Zhan Qipei released his hold on the steering wheel, turning to look at Qiao Jing, "I said, sooner or later, I will find evidence to make you admit that you were the one who performed the surgery on me."
Qiao Jing's pupils dilated suddenly, and her lips parted slightly, "You, you already know that the person who saved you, was Lan Yinyin?"
Zhan Qipei unbuckled his seat belt and leaned toward Qiao Jing, drawing close to her face.
At this moment, the distance between the two was mere inches.
"The person who saved me, was it really Lan Yinyin?"
Qiao Jing's eyebrows lifted imperceptibly, maintaining her composure as she continued to lock eyes with the man.
"You—"
"I want to hear the truth from you."
Before Qiao Jing could speak, Zhan Qipei interrupted her.
