Shen Qingxue was always unable to hold her tongue. Now, hearing Shen Qingyue's words and knowing that the matter was indeed true, she could not help but panic. "You... you're talking nonsense!"
"Whether it's nonsense or not, you know better than me. I know this is not the only thing you've done, okay?" Shen Qingyue looked at her.
Shen Qingxue never took Shen Qingyue seriously, even now. Subconsciously, she believed that speaking loudly would make Shen Qingyue afraid. After all, she had parents and a brother—what could a lonely girl like Shen Qingyue compare to them?
