Shen Hua's eyes glinted with a sly smile, "Jian Qing, the reverse psychology won't work on me, don't waste your energy."
"Did you kill Zhao Xuan?" Jian Qing asked bluntly.
"Heh." Shen Hua's voice was icy, "So what if I killed her? I've let her live for over a decade, which is merciful enough. Jian Qing, don't forget she once drove into your mother. I dealt with her for you; you should be thanking me instead."
Jian Qing immediately seized the crux of his words, "You knew Zhao Xuan?"
Could it be that he and Zhao Xuan had known each other for over a decade?
Shen Hua sneered with scorn, "As if that kind of woman was worthy."
Jian Qing's dark eyes narrowed, "Did you kill Zhao Xuan because you were afraid she would reveal your secret?"
"Who told her to be so insensible, thinking about betraying me without weighing her own significance. Since she sought death, I simply obliged."
The tumultuous waves churned as the man's cold voice carried a thick murderous intent.
