Qiao Xin wasn't sure if it was because her life was threatened that a light bulb went on in her head. She grabbed Qiao Yue's hands with hers to give herself space to breathe.
"I, ahem, I don't know what exactly she stole, but I, uh, know that your mother must have stolen it."
Qiao Xin took a deep breath and continued, "If you don't believe me, you can ask any of the elders in the Qiao family. They all know about it."
Qiao Yue frowned deeply when she heard this. Qiao Xin had no reason to lie to her at this time. So, what exactly did her mother steal?
Qiao Yue shook off Qiao Xin's hands with great force and took out a tissue to wipe her hands as if she had touched something dirty.
Qiao Xin couldn't care less about Qiao Yue's actions. She fell to the ground and started panting. What suffocated her wasn't Qiao Yue's strength, but her oppression. It was as if she was being stared at by a beast that would tear her into pieces if she said anything wrong.
