Qi Xuemi was instantly dumbfounded, trembling all over.
She could deny everything, but if Zuo Jia found out the truth and returned, even her refusal to admit anything would be useless!
Wen Liujing leisurely sipped tea, watching the Qi Xuemi at his feet slump into a puddle of mud, "Do you really want to wait for Zuo Jia to come back before you confess? 'A lenient sentence for confession,' you understand those words, right?"
He clearly had a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes, with the corners slightly raised, inexplicably enchanting and full of allure. Yet, in Qi Xuemi's eyes, they were like the life-threatening blade in the hands of Yama, causing her whole body to shiver with terror, trembling incessantly.
She crawled a few more steps on her knees, weeping and saying, "I'll speak! I'll tell you everything, Young Master Jeng, please, for the love I really have, spare me, spare me!"
"Good," Wen Liujing casually leaned on the sofa, taking a sip of tea, "Speak, I'm listening."
