Shen Weiwei chuckled softly, her face free of any panic. She folded her hands together, much like a proud and precious cat, "You wouldn't do that, Huanhuan. I understand you."
She sure was confident, but looking at her calm and composed demeanor only stirred a sense of discomfort within me.
For me, this was the perfect opportunity, but now it was being ruined by the person in front of me. Besides, when she talked about understanding me, she meant the old me.
"You're mistaken," I said, staring straight at her while slowing down my tone significantly, articulating each word, "A daughter paying off her father's debts is only natural. After what your father did to me, how could I possibly not seek revenge?"
"You're his most beloved daughter. Tell me, if you ended up in the same plight as me, would he not feel heartache?"
