After Gu Congsheng finished her veiled threats in secret, she quickly left Xiao Er's earshot. Chin raised, she assumed the proud pose of a victor, waiting for the seemingly defiant girl to yield.
She had kept the cemetery contract in her hand precisely to prevent Xiao Er from switching sides at the last moment. She believed that with this ace up her sleeve, she had nothing to fear from Xiao Er's rash actions.
But she never expected that Xiao Er would really dare to expose her onstage. Was Xiao Er not afraid that her mother's grave would be flattened?
How could Xiao Er fail to decipher the meaning in Gu Congsheng's words? Her gaze slowly shifted, looking at the woman beside her who stood proud and stiff-faced, and Xiao Er curled her lips into a smile, "I... indeed saved Uncle Qi!"
"What?!"
The crowd in the banquet hall was confused. Hadn't they all said it was that Gu Miss in the golden dress? Seeing her acting like the hostess today, how could there be someone else?
