Ever since they had reunited, Ren Chuqing had never seen Qin Jingzhi look at her with such a gaze.
A bone-chilling coldness, wrapped with a rare fury.
Was it because of the sachet washed away by Zhao Qianshan with water? That sachet... was it Qin Jingzhi's? And was it something very important to him?
"Was it you who threw the sachet into the flush toilet?" Qin Jingzhi stepped toward Ren Chuqing, his handsome face filled with anger.
The other people in the restaurant were silent at this moment, not daring to make a sound.
Lu Mianmian, nervous, wanted to stand in front of her friend, but Ren Chuqing pulled her behind herself.
"It wasn't me," she said, looking him straight in the eye.
"Not you? Then who else could it be? Surely there's no one else, is there?" Qin Jingzhi stopped in front of Ren Chuqing, his voice as cold as a piercing winter wind.
"Isn't there Zhao Qianshan? Why couldn't she be the one to throw the sachet into the flush toilet?" Ren Chuqing countered.
