Qiao An...
Ji Qingxin went upstairs to her bedroom and paused for a moment when she passed by Mu Jingxi's room.
An inner conflict raged within her.
If she were to pull any tricks in the Main Building, she would not be able to avoid the consequences.
Forget it.
It would be better to let Qiao An continue her arrogance, blaming only that Qiao An had the upper hand.
She didn't know how Qiao An had found out about Dong Yu, and she had no idea what other moves Qiao An might make.
Suppressing the rage in her heart, Ji Qingxin returned to the guest room and shut the door.
Darkness like ink.
She felt as if she were imprisoned in a boundless dungeon of darkness, unable to see her hand in front of her face, without a single ray of light.
The air grew steadily thinner.
Uncomfortable...
Qiao An suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, and the man sitting on the edge of the bed, hearing the noise, abruptly opened his eyes.
"You're awake?"
