Jiang Ruan looked up.
She cast her a glance.
Then, with a calm expression, she plunged the dagger in her hand straight into the wooden table, piercing it as easily as if it were a thin sheet of paper.
At that harsh sound.
Lou Xingyue shivered violently.
Cold sweat trickled down.
"You doing this is..."
"Illegal, I know,"
Jiang Ruan directly cut her off.
Then she stood up.
She walked to Lou Xingyue, bent over, staring intently into the woman's eyes. Locked in the gaze of Jiang Ruan's enigmatic dark eyes, Lou Xingyue felt as if her internal organs were being clenched, and it was hard to breathe.
"I am a reasonable person," Jiang Ruan spoke slowly.
"So, it's better to die knowing the reason, isn't it?"
Some terrible things began to surface in Lou Xingyue's mind, but... how could that be possible? How could she know—
"You and Fu Yuhua joined hands, colluding and plotting against my parents, causing their untimely death."
