Qiaoqiao wished her gaze could become a sword, one sharp enough to kill, to perforate Yun Yiqun's body.
No wonder Yun Qing was bewitched by Yun Yiqun, this vixen was just too attractive, too beautiful, scary beautiful as if she had made a deal with a witch, trading her most precious possession for the best looks in the world.
"Missing a set of gold jewelry?" Despite her teeth-grinding detest of the woman in front of her, Qiaoqiao kept her clarity and composure. She gracefully took Deng Jiaru's arm and led her to the couch that the jewelry store had put for customers, "Do you plan to search us?"
Deng Jiaru looked at Qiaoqiao, her eyes questioning: Qiaoqiao, what are you going to do?
She looked back, communicating with Deng Jiaru using her gaze: Mom, don't be afraid.
Deng Jiaru took a deep breath. She tried to stay calm, but when she thought about how she was framed by Yun Yiqun many years ago, she couldn't help but be apprehensive.
