Xia Lihua looked at Xia Mengrui, who was scared and shaking on the ground. Xia Lihua knew that Fu Heng had been helping Xia Mengrui. Now that Xia Lihua had this information, it seemed like Xia Mengrui was just her plaything—a pawn in a larger game. Just a few more moves...
They say it's fun to toy with your fish before you brutally kill it.
Xia Lihua planned to make Xia Mengrui experience a taste of hell soon—very soon. She knew patience was key, and rushing things wouldn't help.
She bent down, grabbed Xia Mengrui's chin, and said, "Do you think I don't know about the lessons you've been getting from Fu Heng?"
Xia Mengrui's eyes twitched with fear. "What do you mean by that?"
"Never mind," Xia Lihua said. Instead of making accusations, she decided to catch Xia Mengrui and Fu Heng red-handed. She pressed her lips and continued, "Zhao Qianci's dress... it's your doing, wasn't it?"
