"If you believe my sibling and I committed the murder, shouldn't you display some fear for your own lives, as you could end up being the next corpse in the trash can?"
Qin Yu did not appear aggressive at this moment, but rather, quite sincere.
"If we didn't do it, at best you are all taking pleasure in our misfortune, at worst you are taking advantage of the Qin family's crisis, all while comfortably sitting on our sofa and sipping our tea. Have you no shame?"
"Don't look to Auntie Wen for support. Do you think she is not aware of your intentions? Really, if it comes down to personal interests, do you think she would let anyone call the shots? She belongs to our family now, not yours."
"I don't understand your mentality. Did you all gather here just to let me mock your intelligence?"
While saying these words calmly, Qin Yu walked into the living room, poured herself a tea, took a sip, and let her gaze slowly sweep, then land on Qi Yun.
