Jian Qing's gaze hardened, her eyes cold and sharp. "Song Xirou, your jealousy is truly nauseating. You and a man like Qiao Hai are a perfect match. Now the Song family's downfall seems to be imminent, you might as well consider seeking refuge with him."
"Ah." Hearing Qiao Hai's name, Song Xirou violently shook her head. "Shut up! Do not mention that pervert, don't."
Watching her hysterical behavior, a mocking, dark color flickered within Xiya's eyes.
What goes around comes around.
It seems that scumbag Qiao Hai has left quite an indelible shadow on her.
Jian Qing continued, "Song Xirou, if you don't want your family to suffer with you, you better answer my questions truthfully from now on."
"Jian Qing, if you have the guts, come at me. But if you dare touch my family, I will never let you off!" Song Xirou struggled fiercely but was pinned down by the man in black.
