"It was me."
Ji Qingxin's voice came through, and Qiao An instantly furrowed her brows—it was her again!
An unshakable specter indeed!
Sitting down on the sofa, Qiao An asked with interest, "Dong Qianqian, I'm very curious, what does it feel like to kill your own friend?"
The term 'bestie' was an insult to the word when applied to her and Yan Zhenzhen.
In Ji Qingxin's heart, perhaps Zhenzhen was nothing more than a tool for her use, not even amounting to a friend.
Ji Qingxin stayed silent for a moment before low sobs came through from her end, "Qiao An, I can't understand why you had to kill Zhenzhen. If you have issues, take them out on me; what ability does it show to harm my best friend!"
"Stop putting on an act!"
Qiao An uttered sharply, her eyes brimming with disdain.
Ji Qingxin continued to cry, and with a pained exclamation from her, the sound of a servant's worried inquiry came through.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"My stomach... my stomach hurts so much..."
