Her goal has not yet been achieved, Zhou Qi just couldn't reconcile with leaving so soon.
"Jian Qing, just tell me what you want, as long as you can let Aman go."
Jian Qing slowly stood up, a chill rising in her eyes, "What if I said I want you to pay for my mother's death?"
Meeting Jian Qing's eyes deep as an icy lake, Zhou Qi's pupils contracted slightly, her footsteps faltered.
"I…"
A trace of guilt flashed in An Rong's eyes, but she remained unyielding, "Jian Qing, your mother's death had nothing to do with us, we didn't kill her."
Before her words had settled, the temperature in the living room plummeted, as if they were in an icy lake.
Jian Qing looked at her coldly, her voice chilling, "Say it again."
A chill crawled up An Rong's back, the words on the tip of her tongue, upon meeting Jian Qing's icy gaze, she found herself at a loss for words.
Perhaps sensing Jian Qing's bad mood, Snowball positioned itself at her feet, its jet-black eyes glaring fiercely at them.
